Ashes fall as if from a burning cloud,
Makes the people scream out loud,
A king is born, young and proud,
His will, his strength, the sweat of his brow,
He glares at the ground and opens his mouth,
Destiny is my destination, I always come around,
They're telling me to slow it down,
But I can't do it now, I'm glowing now,
Your claim to glory is not in my category
I recite stories similar to biblical allegories,
Take it as a chain of gold, which is our bond,
Words could have been whispers, still remain strong,
Through this lyrical firestorm, a king is born... |
Submission Name: A King is Born
