Song Meaning

The lyrics paint a picture of individuals grappling with a perceived fallen status, yearning to reclaim a former glory or inherent right. The opening hook immediately establishes this core tension: "Since I was born a prince, I'm trying to get back / To that level." This suggests a sense of lost nobility or privilege, a fall from grace that the narrator feels compelled to reverse. However, this ambition is immediately complicated by a moral quandary: "is it worth making / Pacts with the Devil?" The decision to resist this temptation, declaring "NBs will remain rebels," sets up a conflict between aspiration and integrity. Verse 1 delves into the harsh realities driving this ambition, particularly the financial pressures and dangers of the narrator's environment. At twenty-three, the desire for wealth clashes with a fear of a bleak fate: "Maybe my fate was to die in these cold, desolate ghettos." The urgency for money is palpable, fueled by "obligations" and a lack of patience, leading to risky behavior and a desire to escape a life of transient encounters and drug use. The constant threat from law enforcement and rivals is evident, forcing a defensive posture: "keep a Glock or two / On my physical." This creates a narrative of survival where quick gains are prioritized over long-term well-being, even as the narrator acknowledges the potential for a better future. Verse 2 amplifies the theme of betrayal and the corrupting nature of the pursuit of wealth. The adage "There's no honor / Amongst thieves" rings true as the narrator observes friends and associates prioritizing material gain over loyalty, even resorting to violence: "The closest of friends'll smoke you for ends." The narrator questions the morality of this lifestyle, wondering, "Is this the life for me?" despite the allure of riches and power. The lyrics highlight a deep-seated distrust, where even romantic overtures are viewed with suspicion, potentially being traps set by enemies. This constant vigilance and the moral compromises required create a profound internal conflict. The song's effectiveness lies in its raw portrayal of ambition clashing with harsh realities and moral decay. The repeated question about making "Pacts with the Devil" serves as a powerful anchor, framing the entire struggle. The vivid imagery of street life, the constant threat of violence, and the pervasive sense of betrayal create a palpable atmosphere of desperation. Ultimately, the lyrics resonate by articulating the difficult choices faced when trying to rise above challenging circumstances, questioning whether the cost of success is worth the potential loss of self.

Ka - Rap

Born A Prince

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[Hook: Nightbreed] Since I was born a prince, I'm trying to get back To that level, but is it worth making Pacts with the Devil? I don't think so NBs will remain rebels [Verse 1: K.A. the Verbal Shogun] At twenty-three, tried to see past a hundred G But my vision's getting blurry, I'm starting to worry. Could it be I wasn't meant to hold precious metals? Maybe my fate was to die in these cold, desolate ghettos For that ending I never settled Got obligations, so I need higher denominations I want 'em now, I lack the patience, so I'm faced with Leaving no traces of me and girls in bus stations with cases Filled with dopamine, the rest in her fallopian Risking forty-five years for pure opium, roping in Made your mouth very quick. If they don't Respect my shit, I can raise the deficit—that's a definite In a year or so, I'll have my own house [?] Although I touched the bottom, now the top is where I go, but, yo I gotta hurry, see? (Hurry, see?) Narc and TNT be trying to Bury me. Handle mines cleverly. Praying they never see Longevity [?], cops and crew Both sides plan on stopping you, but I got to do, keep a Glock or two On my physical, this is true: had a view that a few Task force'll be blitzing through, coming. I'm dismissing you Listen to this narrator and how I drop it like A bad waiter, hustling to have you happy now, sad later Skies are grayer when you find your people turn traitor Just live right and I promise, in time, you can have greater [Hook: Nightbreed] (x2) Since I was born a prince, I'm trying to get back To that level, but is it worth making Pacts with the Devil? I don't think so NBs will remain rebels [Verse 2: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)] There's no honor Amongst thieves. It's about G's, fly V's, model cheese I'm in their knees, aiming to please with ease. Man, please Fuck family members left to grieve For their losses, crashing my courses, should have been cautious We dumb on violators and leave some of you nauseous, boss On bosses, [?] fifty wins, no losses Take flight in Porsches, four-hundred-and-fifty-something horses, cross kids That claim we're talking shit, but if we're talking slick They all could get [?] When I'm forced to spit like I'm sick in the stomach, dum-dums Make a dum-dum's body plummet. What I come with? Heavy arsenal, ten body parts [?] you heard? I'm harsh Too when I spark your crew. Gingerly enemy Injure me? Never. Hear this kid is fearless as ever Attitude's like whatever, trying to maintain sane Seeing the game changed peoples like the weather The closest of friends'll smoke you for ends, bowl you over like pins Never look to repent and make amends for their sins, the sneaky-ass Grin but they got more wins, it's monotonous how y'all Plot to pop this. I got this dime sister with an A-figure who can't wait for me to twist her First thought 'cross the mind is she'd been sent by y'all niggas To blast my ass, cause sand in my glass to fall quicker. If so I'm like drugs—you better say no or I'll be forced to [?] I think with the dick, cowards sending their chicks Like the Brooklynite ain't on top of the job like quick shit It's surprising me for the ice they seek, thoughts of living righteously Makes me wonder, "Is this the life for me?" [Hook: Nightbreed] (x2) Since I was born a prince, I'm trying to get back To that level, but is it worth making Pacts with the Devil? I don't think so NBs will remain rebels

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Writers: Ka
Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut

Born A Prince

Born A Prince

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