Crown

[Hook] “King” [Verse 1: Torae] I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown King of New York? Nah, now how that shit sound King of the coast? Nah, I cover more grounds King of oneself? Yeah, that’s how I get down Yeah, my skin brown, that’s the melanin Ha, I’m wearing it proud, it ain’t no telling when Ha, they might come screaming irrelevant Ha, he gunned the kid down and plant the evidence [Hook] But I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown [Verse 2: Torae] Descended from Kings and Queens and we don’t know what it means Turn the palace to the projects and shatter our steam But I’m here to let it be known, no matter the scene They can’t take royalty from your being It’s embedded in your DNA and your genes, thousand dollar sneakers and jeans You could invest in yourself and your dreams Is you hearing me now? The pedestal folks letting you down Since James Brown said “I’m black and I’m proud” They been pumping us with the opposite Ah, dividing and conquer, it’s pretty obvious Ah, misled and misguided, this shit monotonous Ah, my Kings and my Queens, show ‘em how loud it gets [Hook] ‘Cause I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown [Verse 3: Torae] It comes in many forms and many colors is worn Same hoodie as Trayvon and gray like when Freddie was born This energy here is more than this song So if you feeling it, then sing it along Go [Hook] I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown [Verse 4: 3D Na’tee] Na’tee The smarter, the harder the battle Classism, [?] prison and slaughtered like cattle Divide and conquer, [?] Put you in front of your honor before your mama could buy you your first Tonka The Erics, the Sandras, the little [?] Huh, turned into hashtags, shit feeling like Baghdad Because of my pigment, I swear the shit is ridiculous Living in these conditions, it’s hard to duck a conviction Misinterpret religion, discourage courage and vision Teach us that we were slaves and never bought our position It’s royal, subconsciously destroying our steem Kings and Queens, don’t let the system sizzle your dreams [Hook]