Born to Reign Songtext
von Will Smith
Born to Reign Songtext
I believe in God
I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our actions being predetermined
But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
I was born to reign
Point blank my name
To be etched in stone
My destiny preordained
Tryna live righteous
Fighting for life is my life
And that′s why I go light on my vices
Tightening the vices of truth on the ruthless
It's rhyming to crime as they minds is just useless
The path of the poison
The genesis of the genocide
You and your boys tryna decide
What′s a right but your pen is a sword
And the blade has been forged
Young minds getting gorged
States have been altered
By liquor, by weed
And then hate gets exalted
As art falls to greed
Choices is made
As the voices is laid
On the track
Contract
Your soul's the wage
Sold your rage
Did you see his new Benz?
But your mic a syringe
Now what pride are you binge?
Got a lot of new friends
Got a lot of new ends
Bought a house up in the hills
Fronting shouts to the pen
Giving false accounts
And your accounts amounts
Amounts to fan treason
Stance to reason
Since your inception
Laced with deception
It bred false affection
It must perish
From my terrace
I see the fire burning the streets
But I won't shield my eyes to the heat
Born to reign
I was born to reign
I was born to reign
I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our actions being predetermined
But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
I was born to reign
Point blank my name
To be etched in stone
My destiny preordained
Tryna live righteous
Fighting for life is my life
And that′s why I go light on my vices
Tightening the vices of truth on the ruthless
It's rhyming to crime as they minds is just useless
The path of the poison
The genesis of the genocide
You and your boys tryna decide
What′s a right but your pen is a sword
And the blade has been forged
Young minds getting gorged
States have been altered
By liquor, by weed
And then hate gets exalted
As art falls to greed
Choices is made
As the voices is laid
On the track
Contract
Your soul's the wage
Sold your rage
Did you see his new Benz?
But your mic a syringe
Now what pride are you binge?
Got a lot of new friends
Got a lot of new ends
Bought a house up in the hills
Fronting shouts to the pen
Giving false accounts
And your accounts amounts
Amounts to fan treason
Stance to reason
Since your inception
Laced with deception
It bred false affection
It must perish
From my terrace
I see the fire burning the streets
But I won't shield my eyes to the heat
Born to reign
I was born to reign
I was born to reign
Writer(s): Willard Smith, Ricardo Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

