The Black King (Maestro) Lyrics

Exiled from his own kingdom

By his own people 

And then they sold him

To them white people 

They killed his daddy

And they raped his mama 

Then they gave him a book

About a man who had a date with karma 

Via trade from the African Moors

And slave merchants 

They're teaching our kids

That we came to this country

As indentured servants

Trying to forget the hangings

Bombings and the murders

Rewriting our whole history 

For the literates to misinterpret 

And they don't teach this shit in churches 

As long as you're giving your 10 percent

For membership in God's house of worship 

The black man has lost purpose

How're you gon be the head of your household 

When the woman is the only one that's working

As a king, you feel worthless 

When you're used to giving orders

Now you looking for employment 

Or deployment to the military 

Dying for another country 

Just to feed your family

Go find the word nigga in the dictionary 

The definition is the ignorance

That we all inherited

From a parent

Who apparently didn't know no better 

Now sit and think about what happened 

And put it all together, from the Black king

Young prince

You need to control your temper 

And use your intelligence

How you seen your mother

Disrespect your father

Is not relevant

Yea, you're ignoring what I'm saying

Like this ain't your problem

But maybe you're just like your mother

When it comes to the point of

Dealing with authority

It's not wise to go back and forth

With no police officer

And being feminine, lacking mental discipline

Will not get them beast up off of you

I suggest you proceed with caution

And try to find some poise

Control your anger

Cuz it's dangerous being your mama's boy

Trying to defend yourself on the side of the road

Ain't smart lil bruh

Keep it simple and limit your words

Before they put your hands in cuffs

You can't be scared but at the same time

Trying to be acting tough

Cuz they made it lawful to present false evidence

In 1969, in Frazier vs Cupp

That means police can lie

And get away with cover-ups

Plus you're outnumbered

Cuz it's a whole lot of them

And not enough of us

So when you get jammed up

And you're on that concrete sitting in disbelief

Just know that your black father

Made you to be a king

And not a casualty of these streets