Young Nubian King..Yeah I am
Metamorphed from a Prince 7 days after cupid arrows slam
Rose from depths of solitaire solitude
No friends kinda lonely...weak souled like the cheapest shoes
Yet I still am intellectually inclined
Blessed by the divine
The deepest sea trench is higher than my mind
Ha...Im deep enough to hear lost souls cryin
I spilled tears....filled with fears of my life bein sublime
Never livin up to my potential
Yet and still my mindset is official
My soul cries out my skin is my tissue
The boldness of pigmentation
Is enough to lead to hysteria in a nation
That doesnt fully understand me
So in this world they will never hand me
I can never stumble they will never land me
I hide and seek the cold stares from 4 faces like dakotas fanning
Field general scan the opposition like peyton manning
and wear my age proudly like a jersey from manning
Ya boys insight is uncanny
I work hard for me and my family
a True MC as if my initials stood for Marcus Camby
Since the fam was in shambles,the block hot and runny like candles
imma be sick forever give me a life supply of campbells
Enough ego stroking, I know what I am
The Same young Nubian King, I am what I am