Song parody of
The Black King
by Drank Sinatra
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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
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
