Broken Crown

I hope y'all got y'all camera's rollin'
 Welcome to the movement
 The school system tried to tell me God don't exist
 Hip-hop told me God was on my wrist
 And I should sell my soul for this check
 Then I can have His piece around my neck
 But then I walked outside and I saw nothin' but some fallen kings
 Cemeteries full of soldiers, nothin' but fallen dreams
 My cousin told me I should follow dreams
 Right before they rolled up, masked up like it's Halloween
 The chain's off, it's time to blast off
 Let me loose, take your hands off
 And I am sick of media trying to tell me who to be
 If you with me take that mask off
 You hear the screams of our broken mothers
 Look in the eyes of our broken brothers
 You hear the cries of our broken sisters
 Hope's louder, though it usually whispers
 This not a war for the faint-at-hearters
 A war? we came to get it started
 The last King that they saw was martyred
 Now place your eyes on 300 Spartans
 And we ain't come to make peace
 We came to make war and bring healing to our streets
 (Make war, make war)
 Give the blind sight to see
 The deaf ears to hear
 And raise the dead from they sleep
 Can these bones live, can they breathe
 It's that time, homie, watch and see
 And don't you get confused watchin' me
 'Cause I am not confused, I know I got a cross waitin' for me