| Don’t die on me
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| I said
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| Young black king, don’t die on me
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| You my brother, you my keeper, I need you to keep an eye on me
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| And no more fightin' on the streets
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| Walking 'round with all this pride on me
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| Well, shit, shit’s tough for us already, know that you can still rely on me
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| Please, just stay alive for me
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| And my young black queens, don’t quit now
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| Yeah, you’re the only ones that got us
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| I could never let my sis' down
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| You’ve been too strong for too long, yet still you never sit down
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| Wow, that’s the power of your lovin'
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| And it’s worthy of a king’s crown
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| And still, you never let your kings down
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| Even though more time we don’t deserve it
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| The picture isn’t pretty but it’s perfect
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| Tedious pressure so then I curve it
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| Serena or Venus, the way I serve it
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| I’m Malorie Blackman the way I sell books
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| I jump on the stage and then the world looks
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| All that bangin' on my door had my girl shook
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| Like, «Sorry officer, I only sell hooks»
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| Leave me alone, every little L I took I held it close to home
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| Live and you learn, they’ll always hate me for my tone
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| For the shade of my skin and not the courage in my bones
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| Now I’m misunderstood, now feelin' like Nina Simone
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| They way I tour the world, would’ve thought that I was Simz
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| See her on stage, I know that women can be kings
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| I know that it’s fucked, they’re overlookin' what you bring
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| I know shit’s all good, but it’s just the little things
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| Black queen, you’re immaculate
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| It’s comin' at the world, they ain’t ready for your magic yet
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| And that was never your fault, man, I guess they couldn’t hack it yet
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| World domination and you ain’t even takin' off your jacket yet
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| So effortlessly fabulous
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| And my young black kings, I hope it pays off
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| Go and show 'em what you’re made of
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| Tryna scare us with some things that we are no longer afraid of
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| Men are superheroes, let me see you take off
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| I pray you never take your cape off
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| Even though more time we don’t fly straight
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| But trust me, bro, I promise we gon' die great
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| Our burdens are heavy but we ain’t lightweights
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| Our parents were legends, they had to migrate
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| So that’s the reason not to sit around and chat shit
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| I’m from the place where Michael Dapaah made a smash hit
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| Where you can be a rapper if you rap sick
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| They’re screamin', «What a flippin' time to be a black Brit»
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| We so alive, whole world want our demise, but know we ride
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| Try to push us all to the side, we know our rights
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| Now we get the whole of the pie, then go inside
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| When we see that Merky flag in the sky, just know it’s 'ight
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| The way I top the charts, would’ve thought that I was Dave
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| I am young, black, beautiful, and brave
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| Know that it’s fucked, they overlookin' what we gave
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| I know shit’s all good so we pray for better days
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| Pray they’re better than before (Better than before)
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| Young, black king, you are everything and more (You are everything and more)
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| I know one song’s not enough to settle scores (Not enough to settle scores)
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| But from the bottom of my heart, man, I hope you’re gettin' yours (Gettin'
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| yours, gettin' yours)
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| Man, I hope you’re gettin' yours (Get yours, get yours)
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| Young black queen, get your shine on
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| All I see is innovators and a bag of icons
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| You can go and ask the whole world where they got their style from
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| That’s you, that’s us, God’s time and He never gets the time wrong
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| I guess we’re just some ticking time bombs
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| We’ll soon blow, boom
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| I can make my world come true
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| All my dreams will see me through
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| And if that won’t get me down
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| My dreams will turn things all around
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| With a smile upon my face
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| I can see a better place
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| Doesn’t matter what will come my way
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| Believe me now, I will win someday |