Broken Crown

I hope y’all got your cameras rolling. Welcome to the movement

The school system tried to tell me God don’t exist
Hip hop told me God was on my wrist
And I should sell my soul for this check
Then I could have his piece around my neck
But then I walked outside
And I saw nothing but some fallen kings
Cemeteries full of soldiers nothing but fallen dreams
My cousin told me I should follow dreams
Right before they rolled up
Masked up like it’s Halloween
The chains off it’s time to blast off
Let me loose take your hands off
And I am sick of media tryna tell me who to be
If you with me take that mask off
You hear the screams of our broken mothers
Look in the eyes of our broken brothers
You hear the cries of our broken sisters
Hope’s louder though he usually whispers
That’s not a war for the faint of hearted
A war probably came to get it started
The last king that they saw was Martin
Now place your eyes on 300 Spartans
And we ain’t come to make peace
We came to make war and bring healing to our streets
Give the blind sight to see
The deaf urge to hear and raise the dead from they sleep
Can these bones live? Can they breathe?
It’s that time homie watch and see
And don’t you get confused watching me
‘Cause I am not confused
I know I got a cross waiting for me