The Throne
I’m rising
I always was
And I’m coming for the throne
I’m going for it
All out
Ay, I left was for dead
Abused and used
Turning in my grave
Like the deadman finding his way
I recovered, I found my way
I became the way
I blazed my path through the forests
Found my beauty within the madness
I don’t waste time anymore
Cause I become time
Time is money
And I live by that every second
Ambition is my middle name
And pain is my last
Watch me take the throne
One way or another I already took it
As little, angry Aziz rises to take it
It disappears
There ain’t no kings, no queens, no knights
We are all kings and queens of ourselves
And the more we struggle, the more we strive
The more we thrive
The more we survive
See the path is short
You just gotta find it
Deep breath in
Deep breath out
Communication and isolation
Tied within each other
Everyone glued to their screen
Trying to hide behind it
Why do we hide behind the screen?
So I take down the screen
And I rise
I don’t care
Bring your armies
Bring your guns
Bring your loud noises
My rise is unprecedented
It happens everyday
Getting better each day
So I smile
And I rise
So I smile and I rise
Because I don’t care
GO have your “popularity”
your social constructs
I got life, I got love
If I learned anything from pain
I learned strength
I learned how to take out the white noise
Hate the allegations, the bullshit
So cut it
Once and for all
I made the changes I needed to make in my life
And I’m getting better each day
I roll one up
I roll two up
I roll three up
I roll four up
I roll five up
I roll six up
Boom
That’s the rise
That’s the pain
That’s the beauty
And that’s the life
The rise simply doesn’t stop
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