As a king
I must create my own path
Beyond the shawdows of my father
Against the odds of my skin
I must lead this tribe though the ocean in wich my ancestors drowned
With steady heart and uncertain winds
Waking up to sunrise on the horizen of a lions pride
I hold the crown steady in the presents of fear
I will not die on my knees
Or be judged by the sins of my father
But create my own shadow for my son to see
Just Kings