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Troubled past, dark shadows loom on the horizon like overcast
I'm going back
but not without letting go of what I've learned last
doomed to be, casualty, the devil laughs last
absurd it seems learning these truths about a king
the subjects plead "we need him please!" but it got the best of him
addiction is crippling it blew up at the end
11 years old, we begin
saw a video, took notice of how some were voluptuous
"put your trust in us" subliminal messages in his head
had no defense, at his expense relationship with a father was basically dead
momma wants to give him more but settles for food and bed
give her some cred, stripped of emotions with tears that she shed
always had April's showers
but they didn't bring May flowers
so now he's counted hours to the day he could say "the throne is ours!"
it does something to the mindset and the way that he's thinking
a background surrounded by financial ship sinking
no one to pass a crown, no one to set a tone, so he decides to color his own
the madness and sheer scrutiny
"he probably thinking he's gon be somebody isn't he?"
"well I done beat everybody and you go through grunts to get to me
play it off, but you ain't make the bracket so no checking me"
but that's not what it's all about
he wants to pave his ways with the secrets he let out
spraying waves on a path they can't do without
but I wonder if he got control of the demons or let 'em out?
Full of legions, like Teigen he's with the ordinary
people, no equal to the evils though, even his screams are so serial belting out
welling up from the bottom of the pit of his heart
bodes towards pulling it all together or threatens to tear him apart
which one will he choose? the red or the blue?
a message at crossroads
but right now the truth, it's only words that will incite a few
a pill that's hard to swallow but an allegory too
maybe we're all kings and queens and we might straighten up the view?
Leave a guide to follow
before your time is up though
it's up to us, we'll stop it all I know
"In God we trust", pockets full but the hearts are hollow