I'm all cried out cause I grew up crying.
Rich or poor I will continue trying.
My poetry is automatic so I can't aim it right.
So I shoot it in the air so it hits someone when I write.
I'm the source.
I'm married to this Kingdom with no divorce.
I'll keep fighting whether I lose or win.
Someone that loves you won't encourage you 2 sin.
They ain't trying to help so I have beef with the rich.
From telling the truth even if I wanted too I wouldn't switch.
If I ain't free then I'd rather not live.
You wanted a true KinG so my story was told.
I speak the truth in which it's too valuable to be sold.
It's Da KinG if I choose to be I could be flashy.
I'm way up here so it's hard for anyone to pass me.
With no hand me downs I climbed the ranks.
Bullets can't stop me their just shooting blanks
For me it's no longer birth but life pain.
Let my words wipe away your face rain.