What's a king to a God?
What are humans to the king of the sky this pride that 
I'm wearing an this things on my mind
Got me dressing up my wounds but my scenes the disguise 
can't let em see me hurting can't let em think that 
they on top of me
Tell em all I'm Pass Go Mrs. fucking Monopoly
Small town bred girl lyrically a metropoly been runnin 
the game african name
Basically ain't no stoppin me living a nation of rich 
niggas animal planted and ditch diggers
Smooth talks and shit pitchers do whatever it takes to 
get niggas
It's all sad it's really a shame the one we look up to 
is really the same is corruption really to blame?
The shit that they talking is really the same was 
really the aim to get you to listen and to pay 
attention you notice the difference
You notice that the end is closer to the beginning but 
let me talk a bit slower for you dum it down kids 
making a bar a lil bit lower for you
A dumb kid is just a kid you can't teach the skies no 
longer a limit just somewhere you can't reach ahh
How it feel to know ya own niggas laughin at you and 
the niggas from your hood keep clapping at you
You tryna run but the pain keep growing and the past is 
repeated so the stains keep showing
And the world is a cold place, maybe the wrong place, 
and your friends tell you stay hard like stone face
A lot of shit you can't understand like where you come 
from in the motherland, why Columbus stole my mothers 
land
Or why they dealing us the underhand? why the fuck we 
don't get no say so and whenever we say so they just 
wanna say "grow up"
A lot of shit we can't get past like dark and light 
skinned when it's just black or whether free men are 
really just that and
Why these asians can't just rap why the fuck all our 
roads pre assigned to us? why they tryna make the past 
be the bind to us?
Nigga open up your mind be the blinds for you don't let 
these mother fuckers be your fucking blind folds
You think your favorite rappers are just coincidence? 
You think the sound change was just the instrument?
You don't get the undertone they trying implement? Shit 
I guess you really don't get it then
See this world has been designed for the guppies and 
niggas in highest power are really the biggest puppets
And know that I don't believe in the curse of a 
generation just know that the fucking past is only 
intimidation
Know that it's only a reminder that only hinders your 
greatness and know that the fucking devil is in the 
form of these haters
Who are in the form of these majors and know that your 
fucking speach is the biggest form of betrayal and
Since life is merely a conversation pay attention to 
the words and the lyrics they be saying
Pay attention to them saying the realest is what they 
claiming the look behind all they words and see what 
they all displaying
Is nothing really real huh? they ain't got shit that 
you can feel huh? cause none of it is tangible no 
church in the wild
We goverend by fucking animals hello Mr. Obama, Comma 
Mrs. Obama comma future elections, hello Hillary Bottom
Tell me what are the stakes boiling pot to the plate we 
can kill something steal something what the fuck does 
it take
Then tell em you're just a face that represents the 
choices they make and tell em they don't make changes 
only bigger mistakes
And tell em I said fuck em thanks for bunches of 
nothing land of the fucking free and home of the short 
comings
Who put the guns in the palms of the ghetto introduced 
the colored kids to the psalms of the ghetto
Who made it just a medal for the seeds of the soul of 
the slaves of the pasts that they ain't let go
I talk to God but I swear it's so different because the 
pains so loud that I can bet he won't miss it
But the rain slow down I regain my old vision and the 
blur from the pain and the craze go missing ah
Need a sign just one time they don't want you in your 
real they don't accept your kind
But the struggle leads to greatness life is not just a 
given this shit is what you make it ah