Flowing with the moon and stars below my feet, I call out for you with no guarantee, seven letters all at once describe me and it’s cool if you wanna just call me King, I never was type to go around and kiss any rings..unformed lips..or ***** of enemies, I been yo favorite capital seventh letter of the alphabet way before Lebron got his first ring, and ever since I jumped off the porch a ***** feel like he been ballin harder than the legendary 23, don’t try to pick my mind or **** my vibe cause lil bro a shooter regardless of the day or time, and I never fancied the complete thought of having you as mine cause everything belongs to the game but it warms me to see your smile some time, I recall when you were the only one who didn’t think I was outta my mind or that I had lost my marbles..soothing the visible pain loathing in my eyes, I often think of you as a magnificent butterfly, that visits my garden to make sure my flowers are still alive, girl it’s the year of the seven..I know you clock me like time, so let’s continue to grow and one day you can mix your seeds with mine…you know that’s always fine with me, lamb told me I was born to be King and that I shouldn’t play with sorcery, but even Kings fall to mischievous things outside the basic concepts of a fancy reality, at day’s end I’m only a human being with a beating heart and eyes full of liquid dreams, I know you might see me as more than I am but to keep it a Thouxand..I’m only just being me, and there’s so much more to this than what you read, it’s my growth as a creative and a real human being, so I hope your eyes always see me and you know I’ll always hold you as the person who held me while the world was tryna crush my dreams