Here Comes The King
A song celebrating the kings of hip-hop who started with nothing and made it big.
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Here comes the King
fur coat, gold chain
and all that bling
knuckles covered in ice
Gucci glasses
vodka on the rocks with a lemon slice
pearls drop when he sings
music plays when he moves
look at his pimped up barge
at his beautiful hot women
his hommies, his loyal entourage.
The lights were not always bright
born in the projects the urban blight
a baby-daddy who took off like a broken kite
where trouble you didn’t have to incite,
it came to you without an invite
being good was considered impolite
all he wanted to do was
tell his story and
words to go with the beat write.
Hungry poor down-at-the-heel
lucky if he could get one good meal
but didn’t yield his nerves of steel
he was pushed to kill, pushed to deal
pushing back over he didn’t keel
when pushed against the wall
standing firm he took the call
he knew to crawl out of the dark
he had to be the light
he had to stand alone and fight
or his dreams forever lose them all
and losing it all was as easy as dropping the ball
just once, you had to slip
just once, you had to fall.
Look at him now
the Master, the Legend, the King of Rap
it’s Christmas when he’s back in the hood
a little something for everyone he knows
his people he takes care of
would carry them all if he could
all that bling is not for show
this ghetto kid has made it and that’s no joke
his success shines in his heart
and in the smiles of his home folks.
Here comes the King
an angel with invisible wings
the glow, the halo, you hear the Church bells ring
just give him a beat and he’ll make the world sing.
© Praveen Vava 2020
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