Sweet sweet King

Had love in his heart

Born a son of a sharecropper

Lived as a soul giver

The river never too high to cross

The cross never to heavy to toss

Sweet sweet King

His birth sets us apart

His name on boulevards

Across shacks, He once lived as a lad

Lighting never strikes without a slap

And Gifts are useless if not unwrapped

One thing's for sure, love conquers all

One thing's for certain, hate will be our downfall

The struggle is in the living

The dead have claimed their place

Amongst the living, Some of us are slaves

In a disgraced marketplace where love sells less than the taste

One thing's for sure, love conquers all

One thing's for certain, hate will be our downfall