Da King is back.
Like a 1st place horse on the race track.
If you aren't our color you have no idea of how it feels to be black.
At number 1, I am still fighting for the spot that I am already at.
I am destroying my haters making them disappear ,just like that.
I'm in my right mind so I am a winner.
Never let the world think you are nothing because you are a sinner.
You are a gift to the world even if your parents had you by mistake.
I don't give you to much that your soul can't intake.
By you being my people with poetry I strengthen your heads,hearts and soul.
Haters need love too, so up y'all need to grow.
I don't want what you have ,I am already having a hard time with my life.
In this world I am leaving a mark like a cut that can't be stitched up from a knife.
Get it right I am not leaving my throne.
The day I am no longer Da KinG will be the communication is from the mind and we no longer need internet or a phone.
My my mind is on another level cause when I bend down I reach the sky.
I will still be referred as Da KinG even after I die.
I won't be Da KinG if I can't love my people.
You are my people I am on the highest level but as a human we are all equal.
I always put in over time but you could never tie my score.
I don't bring my people any less love because I always will love you more.
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