A king, with the sun as my throne.
This darkness we call space, is my castle, realm, and home.
Basically, my reign is universal. And I have the perfect seat to see heaven and hell and well, looking down I can’t tell the difference between earth and the afterlife.
The chaos of every spirit, killing themselves for immortality. Cause no one wants to die, but we hate the world.
And we face our demons in the mirror when we ourselves are paralleled. Cause we only see our demons when we face ourselves.
Can’t nobody take it tho’. They, all want to smoke on medical, but never want to get better tho’.
And its sickening, listening to ni*gas(brothers) enlist dreams and go to war with reality.
We signing our life away by claiming American gangs.
All these n*ggas(brothers) in the hood still, in the army or in college it’s all the same just a different battle and different weapons.
But the lesson is, it’s all red, white and blue; we just don’t accept it.
The government using us all as their pawns and society as their chess field, they set the king so they can play god, and make everybody’s moves for em’.
But, it’s a game against themselves so they never lose, only we do, so winning is never for you. Everybody trynna make it out, but I just want to make it in then take it out and show my lost brothers that there’s a path now.
Author: Dauntrel “KING Trel” Finn
@LxveTheKing
Nommo Contributor