Prince

Lyrics

[Hook: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira] Lord please grant him health and all the safety make sure he reads and he pass to graduate Lord please grant him health and all the safety make sure he reads and he pass to graduate [Verse 1: AkinG Kalld Pedro] And Lord knows he's a prince Lord knows in this damn life can leave you really unsure A bright child of an immigrant His mother came here only to see her offspring sore With flying colors youngest brother of three Same story as me born and raised in DC, uh I write my sixteens about a 16 aged boy Whose story don't taste so simply sweet It ain't the same as 1988, no murder capital The POTUS is black but alienates, uh The district city getting bleach on the casual X-out communities deemed too incompatible Like sour lemons, niggas squeeze on the daily In the year of 2010 this shit's been getting too crazy And he's scared plus his mom is scared too Every night she prays her son is never pushing up daisies [Refrain: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira] Lord please grant him health and all the safety Make sure he reads and he pass to graduate This Burger King job she works just suffocates She does her best to avoid the section 8 [Verse 2: AkinG Kalld Pedro, Miles Louis, & Tae Cino] It's been a while they live apart he's getting frustrated His mother is far away and Landover, where she stays You do the math and show your work make sure to calculate That 16 stops using DC subway, uh The picture's painted now let's cut to the chase Her son has been based in DYRS Because of a murder that took place Way back in the summer and I'm a prime witness in this case an uptown stunner run the streets with my crew That I claim as my brothers {censored} killed a cracker on his bike in the middle of the night I think I shot him twice {gunshots} Three more times to make it five all for 60 bucks Now the cops all on them and these opps still a problem I shot at one of them niggas in broad day I couldn't let them bammas get away for killing {censored} That's too much pain I need revenge cold-hearted like a terrorist on a plane A young nigga with a .38 bumping Chief Keef's "bang" Ready to blow a nigga's brains Feds got this shit on a watch They book him and his homies might due time like a clock (shit!) The plot fever pitch got me closer to the pen Like I'm on my third strike but I cannot be a snitch Good cop, Bad cop Them boys making deals just to get them all to break Bitches do the talking Between the whole crew moe, some keeps walking a thin line Between breaking code and saving face At my hearing I heard your name was brought up As the one cooperating Who nigga?, You nigga!, Not me? You think I'm a fool nigga? Now I'm denied bail cause shit that they can prove nigga [Verse 3: AkinG Kalld Pedro] See that's the thing, no one really knew Someone left trails cops were still playing blue's clues A week goes by and you think it's all clear But on the fifth Tuesday of November Prince was chilling at the same spot in Sherman Circle A man walked to him I can't recall his name but he approached And it seems he's a friend of a friend They both took a walk to the nearest corner block The K&B Kwik-y stop with a few others Just some black brothers that don't really give a fuck It's "kill a man or be killed" a dog eat dog world And that's when the sand in your hourglass begins to diminish On last your last few grains not knowing that this pain Will come swift like a damn thief out of midnight When black turns burgundy the image ain't nice The picture's not pretty This life is real gritty when you only living till you die That's what happened when prince got shot in the head two times [Bridge: Kyaira] Oh oh oh oh ouh Oh oh oh oh ouh Oh oh oh oh! [Hook: AkinG Kalld Pedro & Kyaira] Lord, please grant him health and all the safety Make sure he reads and he pass to graduate Lord, please grant him health and all the safety Make sure he reads— [Break] Halos halos halos [Verse 4: AkinG Kalld Pedro] Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG I was raised by two immigrant parents By the name of Bosede and Ajibola Pedro They had four beautiful black children With hopes and dreams that they inherit the earth (earth) But this story only follows one of these children All my life I was deemed abrasive, angry and apathetic I saw the world once and it may be xenophobic I saw the world twice and it made me empathetic and aesthetic It made me international It made me know that you can't wipe out or cancel The black soul of me that still runs clean, 6 feet deep, proceed Halo halo halo (Spotless!) It made me know that you can't rub out or cancel My heritage, you can't cut my hair As I attempt to grow this crown as long as my lineage That traces back to the motherland of Lagos, Nigeria To the slave ports of Salvador, Bahia I am no longer a pessimist I am my parents' child A child of an immigrant, a child of immigrants Some of you know me as AkinG Kalld Pedro My name is Akinola Pedro, I am Children I am you I am a friend of a fr— [Interlude: Lola Pedro] Hey Akin, It's me! I'm calling to let you know that mommy's been trying to reach you. So just make sure you give her a callback