King's Tirade

I bleed red for the masses I got nothing but love for their daughters and beef with their sons Streets said we won And when the wolf cried, boy the revolution begun I flourish, I strive, they brandish their gun I'm jogging, I'm driving, I'm breathing But I still got a reason to run Pass me a blunt Pass the masses some crack You know they can't feel this pain when it come It comes to good vs evil It's 80 to 1, where I'm from No, I never lived in the slums I'm silver spooned, I'm silver tongued I'm big, black and buck toothed I'm reading the news I'm getting the scoop I stay in the loop I'm African, oops Lemme say it again, I'm a threat to the ops I'm the ugly duckling that's high off the goose I'm the negro that got outta the noose I'm angry, I'm loose I'm wearing all black, but then you scared of me I blame it on bigotry Blame it on anybody that fuck with me And live to tell the story Wish em well I'm at the wishing well I'm casting my dollar I'm hoping that casting a ballot gonna prevail If all else fails, I'm running back home I'll go with a pail I'll carry, I'll steal what's left of it An other nigga's irrelevant My story mixed up I know it sound different cuz gang banging ain't part of it That's what you expect of me, ain't it? Yeah, sue me if I'm educated Balance my vices and strife with the lessons of life If I put my soul on a sample and drums and I package it nice I bet it won't get on the radio cuz, I ain't got a catchy hook or whatever I'm a fish out of water I took a page straight from Nasir and Carter I come straight from the West African borders I murder instrumentals with a sleepy flow And i make em too Jack of all trades I shake the game in like 49 ways I shake it once more, like it's 50 shades My bars got em screaming like some girls at summer raves Clap for the boy Remember days they laughed at the boy Top of the class now they mad at the boy I'm jumping for joy I got some haters so you know I'm doing something right Yeah, I'm winning this fight I'm weaving like Floyd I'm getting my coin I win, they annoyed But I'm God's child Always knew that this how it had to be Talk down on me, blasphemy I'm made in his image You can tell just right by how he ask of me Fell into the hands of the enemy And then he sent a rescue team Black boy joy Black boy glow Black boy shine Know we watch the bad boy grind Black boy joy Black boy glow Black boy shine Know we watch the bad boy grind Black boy joy Black boy glow Black boy shine Know we watch the bad boy grind Black boy joy Black boy glow Black boy shine Know we watch the bad boy grind