Lyrics For The Kings - Delta

For The Kings

This is for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and
All of the stories being torn from books
I realised from the day that we were born
We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook
I started out as a toy like just everyone else
Ben Delta: my close friends call me Delts
I heard Rakim talk about knowledge of self
While the rest were just trying to be bad like L. L
But moreso, '84, my brother Shaun I saw
Perform raw B-boy movement on a concrete floor
These memories will endlessly drive my pen
Four kids in a circle playing breaker’s revenge
Rode with my grandmother on rusty red hens
When tags were up rocking and burnt us head spins
Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown
Yet to lessen the burden, friends share it around
With the island for a castle, coast for a moat
Say the grace, place a name to the face that gave hope
Prince Ken Swift freezes, Lee Munn pieces
Criminal mind and 9 millimeter teachers
All City Style, wore Ultra Mag easers
Saw the streets of New York through a Kool G. Rap thesis
Saw the day in Jemiah, I boarded a plane
To flow rotten apple cider inside a cold vein amongst
Kings, queens, pawns, rooks and
All of the stories being torn from books
I realised from the day that we were born
We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook
(Hook) x2
For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and
All of the stories being torn from books
I realised from the day that we were born
We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook
You see a king without a queen may die a lonely man
Love isn’t a god.
It’s a fist enclosed within an open hand
We grope the sands of time, in the hope we can refine
Emotion to understand divine
Expose an expanded mind, for those stranded on winding roads
When I’m in rhyming mode.
Blue R I flow pen
Autographs signed no end
Your bar fights saw a show close again
Carpark script goes for ten minutes in all
To battle hardship we M.C.
Not in it to brawl
Mortality, Your Majesty, kingdoms fall
Saw crims in Jordan Fours, Tims worn in storms
Kings born as jesters.
There’s been supporters and hecklers
Still endured to the break of dawn’s breakfast was fit for a king
Spit polish your crown to spawn thorns from within
A fortress laid down
For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and
All of the stories being torn from books
I realised from the day that we were born
We had looked for the vibrating harmony this form had shook
(Hook) x2
For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and
All of the stories being torn from books
Realised from the day that we were born
We looked for the vibrating harmony this form had shook
For the kings, queens
It’s for the kings, rooks
It’s for the kings
It’s for the kings
It’s for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and
All of the knowledge that was torn from books