I guess it’s true, being a Black man in America
can be hard on a Black man
The easiest thing to do, is for people to find fault with you
Someone who never knew you
Like Paul never knew Christ
but I guess that’s alright
Shed a little light
Tell a little tale
They say Clinton was our first Black president
Who sent many Black men to jail
Yea it’s Obama’s fault
That’s what she said
That Black man ain’t never had a job
Was never able to stand tall
My dad never did a thing for me
But I’ll let the world see
I am a king
The king of kings
A god to you all
Stuck, stuck feeling small
When I come from a bloodline of giants
Trying to find something good to say
Something good to do, and not listen to you
Who don’t know how much I love
And reach for the stars, for you
Yea, if you knew me, you would like me,
Cause I’ve been freed