Released on April 14, 2017

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First Amendment

Written By: Marcellius Preston Hamilton

Produced By: Ckwnce

VERSE: 

My father made me practice walking with my head high. 

Back then I didn't get it. 

It was stupid

A waste of time

Saw no value in it. 

He would say things like. 

Be yourself. 

Always be the difference. 

Cause when you open yo mouth to speak 

All the nations listen. 

The problem with a lot of men 

We ain't acknowledgin 

Is Greatness lives in every son 

But fathers call it out of them 

My dad declared a bunch of things. 

I couldn't see it. 

But he kept calling me king 

Til one day I believed it. 

Fast forward to my kingship. 

Still haven't found my queen yet. 

But yet I reign. 

Cause this blood that's in my veins

Make it so. 

Make it so

I remember leaving college like 

"God don't have accidents"

Never knew that I day left

I'd never go back again. 

Never knew not graduating 

Was gone show His glory in my story

No degree

But I Walked in that anointing 

For my ceremony 

My household is the

Family that made It out the hood. 

Lot of uncles and aunties

Have never understood. 

I was growing up being hated 

But never heard 

Now I spit these verses that 

Got em hanging on every word 

But see my parents was strategic. 

Provided me the life, 

Yet still made sure that I seen it. 

So I won't grow up blind in these white schools. 

Kicked outta high school. 

For petty crime that gets overlooked for a white dude. 

Right Now where I live. 

Its people tryna build each other

But Right now

Back in Kansas City they still kill each other 

The Midwest still a jungle yet its like no other

Full of animals trapped in cages 

Government shortin wages. 

Drugs got us so sedated

Restaurants overweighted. 

Ain't no restaurants with waiters. 

Man...

This verse is how I manifest my 1st amendment. 

This world is sick and cancer ain't our worst condition. 

I wrote this verse sitting in a hood you ain't welcome in. 

See, You don't speak our language. 

You a consumer of hiphop culture where hood is tainted. 

You prolly think that yo platinum album gone reach the nations

Clearly you ain't walked through the hood

Round here you ain't that famous. 

And Ain't no smiles

They'll steal your joy less you rock disquise

We ain't fam, 

But our handshake gave us family ties. 

The opposite of Birthday. 

Ain't no party

Just surprise. 

(Gunshots)

The king of hiphop must had to struggle

They always do. 

Ima king and hiphop is what I really do. 

I can take you down memory lane. 

It's right around the corner 

On His death and His resurrection

I spit the truth. 

When you poor, 

You make due with advice that's really bull

Like when you hungry. 

Sleep on your stomach to feel it full

I done ate enough 

Noodles for a lifetime 

So please 

Stop asking 

Bout my hunger in these interviews. 

I quit both of my jobs 

And left Atlanta happy

I knew the Lord would provide 

Because He always had me. 

Next thing that I knew 

I was doubting Truth

Barely breathing in the 

City that never sleeps 

Call it sleep apne

I was homeless 

I used planet fitness for my showers

They Let me stay in Lobbies

Buying coffee every hour

But Dunkin Donuts ain't that comfortable

Especially for a Christian who

Believing for a life just like the huxtables. 

I ain't perfect

I'm just tryna serve Him faithfully. 

I am not religious. 

It is just His face I seek. 

You keep waving hands. 

I will sit here at His feet. 

You keep waving hands. 

I will sit here at His feet.