Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter To The King, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Letter To The King |
| Second floor of my hotel, I’m rollin' up bout to blaze |
| And zone out, to this Frankie Beverly and Maze |
| As I daze about the past, and them days in the past |
| He set my mom free, so my mom free at last |
| So much that I don’t even drink from a fuckin' glass |
| I’d rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast |
| Didn’t understand the dream of a King, do the math |
| Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class |
| Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin' the cash |
| Chasin' the ass, lowlife with his face in the grass |
| Ridin' home from school, in front of the bus |
| Not even thinkin' bout how Rosa Parks done it for us |
| How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us |
| And she stayed behind bars 'til she won it for us |
| Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break |
| That’s when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scott’s face… |
| Cause sometimes I wanna give up and at least take a break |
| That’s when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scott’s face… |
| Standin' at the pew, panaramic view of the seating and greeting |
| I’ve been meanin' to do me some letter reading |
| to the King, he forever breathin', your message is never leavin' |
| Some of your homies phonies, I should’ve said it when I see them |
| Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks |
| Should never be aloud at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta |
| So people be patient, I know this ghetto grammar |
| But I’m a street dude, normally I just speak rude |
| Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him |
| Nobel Peace Prize winner, they duplicate your feelin' |
| As a kid I ain’t relate really |
| I would say your dream speech jokingly, 'til your world awoke in me |
| First I thought you were passive, soft one who ass kissed |
| I was young but honest, I was feelin' Muhammad |
| I ain’t even know the strength you had to have the march |
| You was more than just talk, you the first real Braveheart, we miss you… |
| Feel like King be in me sometimes |
| The word nigger, is nothin' like nigga |
| Don’t sound shit alike — like Game, like Jigga |
| One came before the other, like aim and pull the trigga |
| One is slang for my brother, one is hang and take a picture |
| The rope ain’t tight enough, he still alive, go fix it |
| Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches |
| Make 'em pick cotton, while they mama cleanin' up the kitchen |
| Same cotton in white T’s, that’s the cotton they was pickin' |
| If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march? |
| I know Obama would but would Hilary take part? |
| Great minds think great thoughts |
| The pictures I paint, make the Mona Lisa look like fake art |
| I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela |
| Cause when it rains it pours, I need Rihanna’s «Umbrella» |
| for Coretta Scott’s tear drops, when she got the phone call |
| that the future just took a fuckin' head shot… |
| I wonder why Jesse Jackson ain’t catch him before his body dropped |
| Would he give me the answer? |
| Probably not… |