Thorns in My Crown

Yeah

Khari the real KingThorn

Uh

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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