Prince

[Hook: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira]
Lord please grant him health and all the safety make sure he reads and he pass to graduate
Lord please grant him health and all the safety make sure he reads and he pass to graduate

[Verse 1: AkinG Kalld Pedro]
And Lord knows he’s a prince
Lord knows in this damn life can leave you really unsure
A bright child of an immigrant
His mother came here only to see her offspring sore
With flying colors youngest brother of three
Same story as me born and raised in DC, uh
I write my sixteens about a 16 aged boy
Whose story don’t taste so simply sweet
It ain’t the same as 1988, no murder capital
The POTUS is black but alienates, uh
The district city getting bleach on the casual
X-out communities deemed too incompatible
Like sour lemons, niggas squeeze on the daily
In the year of 2010 this shit’s been getting too crazy
And he’s scared plus his mom is scared too
Every night she prays her son is never pushing up daisies

[Refrain: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira]
Lord please grant him health and all the safety
Make sure he reads and he pass to graduate
This Burger King job she works just suffocates
She does her best to avoid the section 8

[Verse 2: AkinG Kalld Pedro, Miles Louis, & Tae Cino]
It’s been a while they live apart he’s getting frustrated
His mother is far away and Landover, where she stays
You do the math and show your work make sure to calculate
That 16 stops using DC subway, uh
The picture’s painted now let’s cut to the chase
Her son has been based in DYRS
Because of a murder that took place
Way back in the summer and I’m a prime witness in this case an uptown stunner run the streets with my crew
That I claim as my brothers
{censored} killed a cracker on his bike in the middle of the night
I think I shot him twice {gunshots}
Three more times to make it five all for 60 bucks
Now the cops all on them and these opps still a problem
I shot at one of them niggas in broad day
I couldn’t let them bammas get away for killing {censored}
That’s too much pain
I need revenge cold-hearted like a terrorist on a plane
A young nigga with a .38 bumping Chief Keef’s “bang”
Ready to blow a nigga‘s brains
Feds got this shit on a watch
They book him and his homies might due time like a clock (shit!)
The plot fever pitch got me closer to the pen
Like I’m on my third strike but I cannot be a snitch
Good cop, Bad cop
Them boys making deals just to get them all to break
Bitches do the talking
Between the whole crew moe, some keeps walking a thin line
Between breaking code and saving face
At my hearing I heard your name was brought up
As the one cooperating
Who nigga?, You nigga!, Not me?
You think I’m a fool nigga?
Now I’m denied bail cause shit that they can prove nigga

[Verse 3: AkinG Kalld Pedro]
See that’s the thing, no one really knew
Someone left trails cops were still playing blue's clues
A week goes by and you think it’s all clear
But on the fifth Tuesday of November
Prince was chilling at the same spot in Sherman Circle
A man walked to him I can’t recall his name but he approached
And it seems he’s a friend of a friend
They both took a walk to the nearest corner block
The K&B Kwik-y stop with a few others
Just some black brothers that don’t really give a fuck
It's "kill a man or be killed" a dog eat dog world
And that’s when the sand in your hourglass begins to diminish
On last your last few grains not knowing that this pain
Will come swift like a damn thief out of midnight
When black turns burgundy the image ain't nice
The picture’s not pretty
This life is real gritty when you only living till you die
That’s what happened when prince got shot in the head two times

[Bridge: Kyaira]
Oh oh oh oh ouh
Oh oh oh oh ouh
Oh oh oh oh!

[Hook: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira]
Lord, please grant him health and all the safety
Make sure he reads and he pass to graduate
Lord, please grant him health and all the safety
Make sure he reads—

[Break]
Halos halos halos

[Verse 4: AkinG Kalld Pedro]
Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince
Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG
I was raised by two immigrant parents
By the name of Bosede and Ajibola Pedro
They had four beautiful black children
With hopes and dreams that they inherit the earth (earth)
But this story only follows one of these children
All my life I was deemed abrasive, angry and apathetic
I saw the world once and it may be xenophobic
I saw the world twice and it made me empathetic and aesthetic
It made me international
It made me know that you can’t wipe out or cancel
The black soul of me that still runs clean, 6 feet deep, proceed Halo halo halo (Spotless!)
It made me know that you can’t rub out or cancel
My heritage, you can’t cut my hair
As I attempt to grow this crown as long as my lineage
That traces back to the motherland of Lagos, Nigeria
To the slave ports of Salvador, Bahia
I am no longer a pessimist I am my parents' child
A child of an immigrant, a child of immigrants
Some of you know me as AkinG Kalld Pedro
My name is Akinola Pedro, I am Children I am you
I am a friend of a fr—

[Interlude: Lola Pedro]
Hey Akin, It’s me! I’m calling to let you know that mommy's been trying to reach you. So just make sure you give her a callback