Crown (Clean) - Torae, 3D Na'Tee

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

King of New York?

Nah, now how that shit sound

King of the coast?

Nah, I cover more grounds

King of oneself?

Yeah, that’s how I get down

Yeah, my skin brown, that’s the melanin

Ha, I’m wearing it proud, it ain’t no telling when

Ha, they might come screaming irrelevant

Ha, he gunned the kid down and plant the evidence

But I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

Descended from Kings and Queens and we don’t know what it means

Turn the palace to the projects and shatter our steam

But I’m here to let it be known, no matter the scene

They can’t take royalty from your being

It’s embedded in your DNA and your genes, thousand dollar sneakers and jeans

You could invest in yourself and your dreams

Is you hearing me now?

The pedestal folks letting you down

Since James Brown said «I'm black and I’m proud»

They been pumping us with the opposite

Ah, dividing and conquer, it’s pretty obvious

Ah, misled and misguided, this shit monotonous

Ah, my Kings and my Queens, show ‘em how loud it gets

‘Cause I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

It comes in many forms and many colors is worn

Same hoodie as Trayvon and gray like when Freddie was born

This energy here is more than this song

So if you feeling it, then sing it along

Go

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

I ain’t here for playing around, I wear the crown

Na’tee

The smarter, the harder the battle

Classism, blacks prisoned and slaughtered like cattle

Divide and conquer, is the modern mantra

Put you in front of your honor before your mama could buy you your first Tonka

The Erics, the Sandras, the little Aiyanas

Huh, turned into hashtags, shit feeling like Baghdad

Because of my pigment, I swear the shit is ridiculous

Living in these conditions, it’s hard to duck a conviction

Misinterpret religion, discourage courage and vision

Teach us that we were slaves and never 'bout our position

As royals, subconsciously destroying our esteem

Kings and Queens, don’t let the system scissor your dreams