The Death of Kings

If I go and think to gain then I die a king
If I sit and think to hide then its as a kid I die
So I go to think and sit as I toke the dankest shit
In the end kid king its death I get
The daft defeatist don't think to feign faith in god
Don't hesitate to feed fate if its dope I nod
And I do think its fate shes doing dope to doge
I think she thinks to hide see she needs that fog
So I go to ink this song as she goes to hide in gin
She don't see the need to fight as faith gets thin
I don't see the need to hide as fate sets in
I had the ego of a king as I see this end
A sad song to sing so I shift to faith
I think of death as a gift and I see that gate
As an ant to a king is a king to a god
So its I that thinks to hide and the faith is fog
Dont O.D