Crown Of Thorns - Rakaa, Aloe Blacc

Mosh pit rowdy, party people shouting

Crazy in the crowd but the silence is the loudest

When Babs cuts the beat my ears still ringing

The emptiness is deafening, the houselights beaming

And the fans start leaving and the man starts sweeping

It all seems surreal like I can’t stop dreaming

Bartenders and the sound-man cleaning

But minutes ago people were dancing on the ceiling

Fiending for that buzz till the dawn breaks night

I crash barely with the high but I still take flight

Fighting isolation but I won’t chase the fame

But moths can’t help it, born to chase the flame

Twists up and sips up and to erase the same

Darkness served with the bitter taste of pain

Raised in Hollywood but real life is more than stranger

It’s the sun shining from my California manger

I never thought that life was gonna be this way

But every battle I fight makes me stronger every day

And Lord knows I’ve been through some low valleys

Even though my clothes are torn, my pride is strong

I’m still king in my crown of thorns

I cipher to the team, mix-tape to a family

I battle the hustler’s hand with my life dabbling

Redirection is the key to fifty-two choose one

Baby born with black magic, maybe time to use some

Now I’m the only thing stopping me Elders told me «walk free» when they gave me prophecy

But that option was not to be Though I did know it can be difficult to talk to me Yeah we could have done more probably

But we did what we did do properly

Now I’m older than I thought I’d be

I’m holding less property and money flowing awkwardly

But blessed with a spiritual empire

Inspired to purify em, I just fan the flames and fuel the fire

Tick-tock, no time to live life scared

Spread my arms like Christian Hosoi, Christ yeah

In the room full of mirrors I sit and reflect

So I can correct any defects

Ev told me I could be more emo

Then I just laughed and said fuck that, we need more Primo

He nodded in agreement, ashes on the cement

Feet to the pavement walking on the deep end

Messiah footprints all over the industry

Hennessy numb, no love for the enemy, rappers are puppets

Look close, you’ll see the cables

Look up, you’ll see the hand

Look back, you’ll see the labels

De facto lawyer learn to read the fine print

Learned the Latin and Shakespearian that contracts in Expansion team still scoring at will

Angel’s the old crisco but then tour in Brazil

Even so low the family that I brought is real

Fuck the rumors, Dilated got it on lock still