King Me

I write these verses to carry Round beats like hearses
Hearsay disperses around the Block where your curb is
Don't lose your appetite, take Your waste and then purge it
Merge it with the rest of the Stuff in the dump and then Ferti-
Lize the plants the plants in Your yard that trap flies and Ooze to digest'em
I be tryna be nice but folks look At me thinking "test him"
Three a-holes out the pocket, this their corner, Lord bless their hearts.
If only those suckers could see me now, I'm flexin
Graduated, I'm not elated
But you can't call me jaded
Waiting to change places, I can't Say that I'm good at patience.
Hate waiting, you won't see me In aprons
Asking tables, for order Placements
At the diner counting time up, Becky on my last nerve, it's Grating.
I'm in my Royal State, Bubba KING ME!
Sing me
A melody
Play the glockenspiel
RING ME!!
Don't sting me
No, we don't gallick guns, we KINGLY!
Calling armadas down from the Holy Father who singly
Put the stars in their places, so He can put you in yours
The Designer will deploy, the Archangel Michael Kor
Busting your doors, with me at The fore
Power of God take me from red To blue, pissed to cool, you're Made new when you view the Sword

They can't do me like Jesus, my enemies wanna hang me
These fakers try to give high-fives, I dip and leave'em dangling
Learning to love the mirror, the negro that used to shame me
I'm so sorry I snapped on you, I was probably hangry
I was off my rocker, hadn't played the guitar in 3 days
Touched nary a drumstick, fried, baked, grilled or FEE-Layed
Hadn't played on the keys, no jing-jings or melodies,
The only thing that gets me through the withdrawl is what I sing
I seen scenes of His glory imported and dropped before me
Scenes that couldn't be distorted, a mother that didn't abort it
But fertilized it and nurtured as time flew by like a tortoise
She raised a force to be reckoned, sought God and never ignored Him
He blessed her borders and she engorged in His blood and His living water
And well, the rest is history, sounds like my mother's story
She implores me to be the greatest I can be, never boring
She prayed to have me, raised me gladly
Her image will never be contorted
I chase the God of Heaven, double down to humble now
And I will be exalted, on my head a double crown,
One crown terrestrial, for the head of a man is Christ Himself
One crown celestial
I couldn't earn it by myself

Finish it off with the steeze of a true veteran
Finish it strong, win this race, get out this mess I'm in
Boy I been truly delivered, but acting reckless
Boy I got sick with the sin but God is medicine
History kissed me with knuckled hands, with a fist to me
Shame knew my name, stood up on my brain and pissed on me
The real King came off of His throne to this slum and He lifted me
Listened me and forgave me, said "man you will live in bliss with me"

Royalty, broken chains, put respect on my name, I'm too real for you fakes, I'm too pretty, look away
Take a minute to breathe, stay with me, sit and eat while I tell you tales of glory, stories of a greater king

Aye
Lemme talk, on a real note
Hear my words, listen deeper for my real tone
Don't like your violence, I don't Like to steal folks
I got the type of heart that loves to heal folks
Everywhere I step is my dominion that's the deal, folks
I'm a patriot, not to the country but to real folks
Step in to my hall, take a seat and eat a meal, bro
Lemme show you how to sit up on a real throne