Tekster:
The Flower Kings In The Eyes Of The World

slutted It's a high number Name a nigga under The same sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops

hide, hold, they won't tell you, To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb. Watching the world, watching all of the world, Watching

in my physical form since they was born I been singin with tears in my eyes as I perform for the whole world until I die like Confucious tell the world

of fantasies rushing the door Niggars from Rochdale, poppin? shells snatching rings Fly from sure kings from queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world

you ain't tryin to box, then stop talkin I got niggaz from Watts to Boston From New York to the Chi to Austin So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes

all four quarters til the clock expire So til I see the ref waving I will not retire My flow is still official and I still got the fire Cana??t take your eyes

to be of gods seed With royal blood flowing thru her jeans Answer would come to her in her dreams The child you bare is a king He's the heir Magnificent

the beginning Means of the beginning of the end The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise

I've seen the doubt upon the face of loved ones As they sadly placed a wreath of flowers on a tiny grave And wondered why a child is brought into the world