Rooks

Are we kings, are we gods?
Are we pawns, are we kings?
Are we perfect, are we flawed?
Are we humans, are we dead?

Either it's even, or it's odd
Do you kill or you rob
Or you deal or you chops
So you think, so you are
Be the king, the executive desk where you sit
In the hoods, in the place where he rest
That's where he spit
And the trash and the pot from the table
That's what we get
Give us tame and guns that kill label
So we bit
That apple that he sells us
I watch my brother try to work to do something better
And I get jealous
By nature we rebellious
Was taught by the king, now watch how martyrs die
Along, well, I'm the helias
Without even a song that we can sing along
We swear that we kings on the throne
We yellin' that we kings and each and every song
To masters that the record labels on
Rooks
We sacrificed our queens for these reality shows
They bill a check, but the whole world see that they broke
We think we kings cause we gettin' those bricks and that blow
But the king ain't even the one that's wrapping the ship and the dough
We think the king's on his corner with his little marijuana
Skippin' across the board to be slain, knocked ova
We pawns so we fall in this game october
The king is seeing us all die then step over
You think that i'm lying, take a look
How we going to be kings we ain't rooks
In hip-hop the kings are the jewels
The labels give us jewels