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Kingdom
172
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kingdom was released on November 28, 2025 by ACal as a part of the album ACAL Forever
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelACal
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Dear Father, somewhere up in heaven
I fear nothing here, hallow be Thy name
Your kingdom come, Thy will be done, I killed a man in vain
If I take it all back, I'll probably do the same, amen
To all the hustlers and the thieves, amen
The ones they make it out the street, amen
Some of them, just like you and me, amen
The ones who paid the price, and it ain't cheap, amen
This is crack, but I ain't whipping it
New money blue, but I ain't tripping it
Y'all tripping, new pistol, get a grip on it
Ain't no auction, but I did a bit
Belligerent and I don't need a gang, 'cause I'm with the shit
Almost lost my soul when I envisioned it
Your wishes come true, and then you live the shit, it hits different
We take life for granted when death is always imminent
My penmanship convicted of killing and I ain't innocent
Y'all little shits can't hold the candle to me
Animal, I've been a bully, got a revolver and a fully
Cockback, knock his arm off, I'd say you gotta hand it to me
I'm a bad mother, you can call me Casey Anthony
Dear Father, somewhere up in heaven
I fear nothing here, hallow be Thy name
Your kingdom come, Thy will be done, I killed a man in vain
If I take it all back, I'll probably do the same, amen
To all the hustlers and the thieves, amen
The ones they make it out the streets, amen
Some of them, just like you and me, amen
The ones who paid the price, and it ain't cheap, amen
This is biblical, like the paintings on The Sistine Chapel
Light a candle for the vigil
Never thought my dreams would be so miserable
Let me paint it visual, you could be on life support
Breathing through an inner tube
If shit gets physical, my mental health is shocked
The pain comes at intervals, ain't no plans to stop
Save your tears, get a bucket and a mop, put your bets in
Your best friend will turn into a cop, save his neck again
Swear he was your brother, now he folds under questioning
Press me like clothes, speak no English like I'm Mexican
Get jam, supposed to take it like a man when they pressing him
I stood tall, you just took the stand and gave them evidence
Dear Father, somewhere up in heaven
I fear nothing here, hallow be Thy name
Your kingdom come, Thy will be done, I killed a man in vain
If I take it all back, I'll probably do the same, amen
To all the hustlers and the thieves, amen
The ones they make it out the streets, amen
Some of them, just like you and me, amen
The ones who paid the price, and it ain't cheap, amen
Written by: Adam Calhoun
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