They think they know, but they have no idea
what its like to be king on foreign landsee in my native country I was the most wanted and hated manover here, I was damn near perfectgrasped by every hand and stared at with every eyeclothes and panties dropped all because of my lookssee it shook me on my first encounter until I lost count of everytime it happenedwalk down the street and they quick to join youget a hotel room and they quick to serve yousee I felt like a king, but it wasnt only mehe was a king, that brotha was a kingeven the fat black one was a kingdamn, this is what life had to offerI took everything it gave memoney, fame, photo ops, drunken tales in drunken spotswaking up with a smile and a hangoversee the myth was that we are hung overand for the most part its precisebut if overseas taught me one thingits that being black....is pretty niceTRUE STORY