[Verse 1]
The apostolic faith of children has fallen from grace
I too relate
Fathers with alcoholic traits
Consumed by stress, death, by living complex
Struggle from check to check, everyday you’re depressed
Either she’s upset, did things she’s gonna regret
But hold your head up
‘cause when I see I’ll show you respect
Still, because of words that came from Capitol Hill
Cause man to kill, it’s Willie Lynch disguised as a bill
To murder us all, the large or the kingdom hall
This goes out to strong Afeni Shakur
You’re still a queen through the fog
I’m seen with the sword
Holy war, the king of the pure
Color my voice for the dreams I can draw for crowned disciples

[Chorus]
You’re a king, a queen, a princess supreme
You’re a prince
With a strength to wear the crown within
Wear your crown

[Verse 2]
Leonardo made it [?] Niger-Congo
Priest the writer like Van Gogh, found a fossil in the cosmos
I write colossal with this god flow for tomorrow
Make the angels of sorrow wash with aloe
Old as the Berber tribe
Rap like I heard words from the sky
Live on the rock that’s third like the eye
Watch documentaries on Da Vinci
Once caught writer’s block in Sicily
Equinox is with me
The astronauts come get me
Take me to the land of tin cans where robots are pretty
In the silver city
Solar cycles comes down in spirals
One idol
Bounce rivals
King of the crowned disciples
[Chorus]
Come into our [?]
‘cause you’re a king, a queen, a princess supreme
You’re a prince
With a strength to wear the crown within
Wear your crown
May you never give up
Don't give up

[Verse 3]
Unruly men to antediluvian, Natufians
The Nubians to hunter gatherers, Sub-Saharas
Adventures of the [?] adapters
Blood plasma
Chemicals producing drugs faster
The GMOs to needing chemo in the cerebral
Wars from inflated egos, most from Mars
Synagogues, cathedrals, churches worship
Some have more than one version
It could be disturbing
Is it the sun in the firmament or son as a person?
Who’s the one as the virgin and the one as the serpent?
Who can read the inscription?
Who can understand but the lamb what is written?
Who can decipher the language that’s outdated?
Who can know the [?]?
Who knows about Tiamat and Apsu, all the rulers of Tula?
Who knows about Timbuktu and all their elders?
My rhyme holds clues
Who is as ill in this material?
Who has more skill? The, the, the imperial
It’s Priest, Prana
Sanskrit words for life-force
Extra neuron made me write bright thoughts
Put my mic down next to Bibles and get to walking and talking with the crowned disciples
[Chorus]
You’re a king, a queen, a princess supreme
You’re a prince
With a strength to wear the crown within
Wear your crown
May you never give up
Don’t give up