Thorns in My Crown

[Intro]
Yeah
Khari the real KingThorn
Uh
[Verse 1]
Came up out that red clay
Mud on my forces, still walk like a payday
Mama had to duct-tape dreams to the fridge
Now I sign the papers that decide what they live
Cut ties, still the scars itch
Turned doubt into diamonds on my wrist
Whole hood on my back, that’s weight
But I bench-press pain, that’s fate (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m Khari the real KingThorn (KingThorn)
Blood on the robe I’m worn
I don’t run from the storm
I make rain feel warm
I’m Khari the real KingThorn (KingThorn)
Turn every bruise to adorn
If they hate, let ’em swarm
All these thorns in my crown, that’s form (that’s form)
[Verse 2]
Look, rap my report card, graded by the streets
A’s in survival, F’s in sleep
Phone on DND, deals on the line
If it ain’t family or faith, hit decline (bye)
Talk cheap, my silence tax ’em
They study my steps, can’t match the traction
Kitchen table, only throne I knew
Now I bless the same hands that fed me stew (real)
[Chorus]
I’m Khari the real KingThorn (KingThorn)
Blood on the robe I’m worn
I don’t run from the storm
I make rain feel warm
I’m Khari the real KingThorn (KingThorn)
Turn every bruise to adorn
If they hate, let ’em swarm
All these thorns in my crown, that’s form (yeah)
[Bridge]
Every scar, every cut, that’s proof
Every cracked front tooth, still truth
Ask who next, they echo my name
KingThorn carved in the frame (Khari)
[Chorus]
I’m Khari the real KingThorn (KingThorn)
Blood on the robe I’m worn
I don’t run from the storm
I make rain feel warm
I’m Khari the real KingThorn (KingThorn)
Turn every bruise to adorn
If they hate, let ’em swarm
All these thorns in my crown, that’s form

rap, Dark melodic trap with thick 808 glide, stuttering hi-hats, and eerie bell plucks. Male vocals: hushed and menacing on the verses, then wider and chant-like on the hook. Ad-libs tucked in the sides, delayed tails on key words. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals; bridge strips back to bass and snaps before final chorus hits hardest.