Soul Of A King

They couldn’t assassinate me as a King, so they raped my dreams, impregnating a ghost, giving birth to a demon, set up traps to take my Freedom, the Constitution say they freed slaves but in all actuality they never freed them, how can you stitch up my heart, when I’m internally bleeding, will my sons inherit my financial kingdom, what’s a million dollars, when it couldn’t financially pay for my fucking freedom, born from an egg being crushed from a drop of semen, the devil and God at war but who do you believe in, my thoughts be scheming, if the devil sleeps, I wonder what he be dreaming, if the meek shall inherit the earth, why the world ran by these cut throat greedy as crooked Europeans, why they want to kill this King, and put a death to my being, the season came so the weather changed, I’m just trying to leave up to my name, but how can I be free when I was born with my ancestor slave owners last name, am I who I see in the mirror, or is that just how I look trying to find myself, in this land that was brutally took, but I’m labeled as a crook, but I’m the truth not like those lies, King James wrote in those books, I’m a King named Nakym, it means Freedom, so may my words Freedom bring, from the soul of a King.