Letter to the King

Album: L.A.X. (2008)
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  • (Way up high)
    (Way up high)
    (Way up high)
    (Way up high)
    (Way up high)
    (Way up high)
    (Saw it all)

    Second floor of my hotel, I'm rollin' up, 'bout to blaze
    And zone out, to this Frankie Beverly and Maze
    As I daze about the past, and them days in the past
    He set my mind free, so my mind free at last
    So much that I don't even drink from a fuckin' glass
    I'd rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast
    Didn't understand the dream of a King, I do the math
    Coincidentally, on your birthdays, I ditched the class
    'Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin' the cash
    Chasin' the ass, lowlife with his face in the grass
    Ridin' home from school, in front of the bus
    Not even thinkin' 'bout how Rosa Parks done it for us
    How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us
    And she stayed behind bars 'til she won it for us
    Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
    That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scott's face
    'Cause sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
    That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scott's face

    (Saw it all)
    (A whole new world outside this bubble)
    (A whole new world outside this bubble)
    (Way up high)
    (I could fly)
    (I went over the wall)
    Uh (saw it all) word up, Game

    Standin' at the pew, panoramic view of the seating and greeting
    I've been meaning to do me some letter reading
    To the King, he forever breathing, your message is never leavin'
    Some of your homies phonies, I should've said it when I see them
    Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks
    Should never be allowed at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta
    So people be patient, I know this ghetto grammar
    But I'm a street dude, normally I just speak rude
    Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him
    Nobel Peace Prize winner, they duplicate your feelin'
    As a kid I ain't relate, really
    I would say your dream speech jokingly, 'til your world awoke in me
    First I thought you were passive, soft one who ass-kissed
    I was young, be honest, I was feelin' Muhammad
    I ain't even know the strength you had to have to march
    You was more than just talk, you the first real Braveheart
    We miss you
    Feel like King be in me sometimes

    (Way up high)
    (Saw it all)
    (A whole new world outside this bubble)
    (A whole new world outside this bubble)
    (Way up high)
    (I could fly)
    (I went over the wall)
    (Saw it all)

    The word nigger is nothin' like nigga
    Don't sound shit alike, like Game, like Jigga
    One came before the other, like aim and pull the trigger
    One is slang for my brother, one is hang and take a picture
    The rope ain't tight enough, he still alive, go fix it
    Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches
    Make 'em pick cotton, while they mama cleanin' up the kitchen
    Same cotton in white tees, that's the cotton they was pickin'
    If Dr. King marched today, would Bill Gates march?
    I know Obama would but would Hillary take part?
    Great minds think great thoughts
    The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art
    I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
    'Cause when it rains it pours, I need Rihanna's umbrella
    For Coretta Scott's tear drops, when she got the phone call
    That the future just took a fuckin' headshot
    I wonder why Jesse Jackson ain't catch him before his body dropped
    Would he give me the answer? Probably not

    (Saw it all)
    (A whole new world outside this bubble)
    (A whole new world outside this bubble)
    (Way up high)
    (I could fly)
    (I went over the wall)
    (Saw it all) Writer/s: Benny James Faiella, Donnie Ierace, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joe Rock, Nasir Jones, Tony Louis Cottrell
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, MUSIC SERVICES, INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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