King But Not Arthur

This is a legend of a king, but Arthur wasn’t his name 

But our journey and struggles, were much same

The East Atlanta slums, is where a royal was made

A land where carelessness is a quick way to the grave 

Disconnected identity because my people were slaves

Back in the 1700s, and the modern days

Being an artist in this land, was something that's rare

But I was judged for this gift cause of the skin I wear 

Isolated cause society threw me inside a box

Telling the black king, that you're only a jock

When I pulled the sword from stone, it meant a hero was born 

Excalibur gave me the powers to cut through scorn 

But I felt being a king carried too much weight 

I took the weapon I had and through into a lake

Suddenly, before my eyes a lake maiden appeared

"Rise, cause as a king, you must face your fears

Not worrying what someone thinks, is liberation

With the power of the sword you can free this nation"

Gave me the sword, her words came to an end

Excalibur was my weapon; I had a gift for the pen

To my knights of the table, you can be who are

If you aim your dreams high, then you’ll still be in the stars

I was empty inside, living my life to please others

Using the gift that I found, I help my sisters and brothers

With the heart of a lion, my passion’s fierce and bold

You can attack with your words, but can’t pierce my soul

I have a future and destiny which is mine to play

My mind on that keeps me going each day

So, with a smile on my face, my aura’s bright as chrome

I am a king but not Arthur, and I’m taking the throne