For The Kings - Delta

This is for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and

All of the stories being torn from books

I realised from the day that we were born

We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook

I started out as a toy like just everyone else

Ben Delta: my close friends call me Delts

I heard Rakim talk about knowledge of self

While the rest were just trying to be bad like L. L

But moreso, '84, my brother Shaun I saw

Perform raw B-boy movement on a concrete floor

These memories will endlessly drive my pen

Four kids in a circle playing breaker’s revenge

Rode with my grandmother on rusty red hens

When tags were up rocking and burnt us head spins

Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown

Yet to lessen the burden, friends share it around

With the island for a castle, coast for a moat

Say the grace, place a name to the face that gave hope

Prince Ken Swift freezes, Lee Munn pieces

Criminal mind and 9 millimeter teachers

All City Style, wore Ultra Mag easers

Saw the streets of New York through a Kool G. Rap thesis

Saw the day in Jemiah, I boarded a plane

To flow rotten apple cider inside a cold vein amongst

Kings, queens, pawns, rooks and

All of the stories being torn from books

I realised from the day that we were born

We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook

(Hook) x2

For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and

All of the stories being torn from books

I realised from the day that we were born

We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook

You see a king without a queen may die a lonely man

Love isn’t a god.

It’s a fist enclosed within an open hand

We grope the sands of time, in the hope we can refine

Emotion to understand divine

Expose an expanded mind, for those stranded on winding roads

When I’m in rhyming mode.

Blue R I flow pen

Autographs signed no end

Your bar fights saw a show close again

Carpark script goes for ten minutes in all

To battle hardship we M.C.

Not in it to brawl

Mortality, Your Majesty, kingdoms fall

Saw crims in Jordan Fours, Tims worn in storms

Kings born as jesters.

There’s been supporters and hecklers

Still endured to the break of dawn’s breakfast was fit for a king

Spit polish your crown to spawn thorns from within

A fortress laid down

For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and

All of the stories being torn from books

I realised from the day that we were born

We had looked for the vibrating harmony this form had shook

(Hook) x2

For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and

All of the stories being torn from books

Realised from the day that we were born

We looked for the vibrating harmony this form had shook

For the kings, queens

It’s for the kings, rooks

It’s for the kings

It’s for the kings

It’s for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and

All of the knowledge that was torn from books