| Song | Dream of a King |
| Artist | Krizz Kaliko |
| Artist | Prozak |
| Artist | Bernz & Wrekonize |
| Album | Kickin' & Screamin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, and it's all about the capital games, venom | |
| Rolling through your veins, shackles and chains, send 'em | |
| Off to battle like they happy until they graves, CEME- | |
| TERY gates await for one sought man, the | |
| Women living in sin, kill the children | |
| Describe pollution, to pop the pills in | |
| It’s all confusions, and not solutions | |
| On top we got a plot to drop, stop the blueprint | |
| If anything is ever gonna get better | |
| We gotta get rid of the vendettas | |
| And separate our endeavors | |
| I'm like the king that wrote in his letter | |
| Never ever sever the love for one another | |
| Be stubborn enough to hate one another | |
| Remember that we are brothers | |
| And sisters, came from the same mother | |
| The earth, and we go through the same struggles | |
| It hurts but we gotta make it work for us | |
| The dream | |
| [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] | |
| What are we fightin’ for? | |
| And why do we sell war? | |
| All my country tears me bleak | |
| Scream our needs from all our knees | |
| And those who scream world peace | |
| It seems that dream | |
| The dream of a king | |
| [Verse 2: Wrekonize of Mayday] | |
| In the UK, mama had a itty bitty little boy blue | |
| With a man that wasn’t like quite likely approved | |
| Walked around Cape Town, readily abused | |
| Cause the colour of the skin was so difficult to few | |
| Not dark enough, not white enough | |
| Hey boy, what be your background anyway? | |
| Is there really an answer to this terrible cancer | |
| Human beings what my pop said we’d better save | |
| Now speedin’ up the hands on the clock dial | |
| Present day racist is away, better stockpile | |
| Get up and get your freedom to love one another | |
| My brother suffered from the mother****ers underneath the plot now | |
| Now this here ain't just limited | |
| Two cheers for million man initiative | |
| Wipe the fear of traditionally ignorant | |
| And lay it all down with this little dream I'm never with | |
| [Hook] | |
| (Verse 3: Crystal Watson) | |
| Come on y'all | |
| We see the one in signs | |
| While we steady reaching for the climax of our earthly high | |
| And lovin' money and sex more than the grace from the sky | |
| Craving and praying for someone to save me | |
| Could he be real? Filling me | |
| Or should I look to the heaven | |
| Hopin' to save my sanity in the world of vicinity | |
| Temptation at a all time high | |
| Women, men, strip of they pride | |
| Avoiding the dish and tryin' to survive | |
| Maybe yet we should just die | |
| [Verse 4: Bernz of Mayday] | |
| Even kings fall | |
| Sunset on my back bringin’ in the dark | |
| I ain’t always even killed, tryna gain a little balance for real | |
| Because I’ve been lost | |
| Played ground politics for the kids | |
| That’s how it is | |
| Innocence lost to a Mossberg's kiss | |
| What it is and what it was, plus it ain’t getting better for us | |
| Life’s rush and enough from this high when the cops speed by | |
| Someone told me 'bout a dream that my son is alive | |
| So I told him to run it back but he didn’t reply | |
| You see we all wide awake, dying and close our eyes | |
| And the world’s getting smaller, yes it is | |
| That's a one ray of light, breaking darkness | |
| Shame to spark this, but I gotta medicate | |
| Pitfalls eluding my faith |
| Yeah, and it' s all about the capital games, venom | |
| Rolling through your veins, shackles and chains, send ' em | |
| Off to battle like they happy until they graves, CEME | |
| TERY gates await for one sought man, the | |
| Women living in sin, kill the children | |
| Describe pollution, to pop the pills in | |
| It' s all confusions, and not solutions | |
| On top we got a plot to drop, stop the blueprint | |
| If anything is ever gonna get better | |
| We gotta get rid of the vendettas | |
| And separate our endeavors | |
| I' m like the king that wrote in his letter | |
| Never ever sever the love for one another | |
| Be stubborn enough to hate one another | |
| Remember that we are brothers | |
| And sisters, came from the same mother | |
| The earth, and we go through the same struggles | |
| It hurts but we gotta make it work for us | |
| The dream | |
| Hook: Krizz Kaliko | |
| What are we fightin' for? | |
| And why do we sell war? | |
| All my country tears me bleak | |
| Scream our needs from all our knees | |
| And those who scream world peace | |
| It seems that dream | |
| The dream of a king | |
| Verse 2: Wrekonize of Mayday | |
| In the UK, mama had a itty bitty little boy blue | |
| With a man that wasn' t like quite likely approved | |
| Walked around Cape Town, readily abused | |
| Cause the colour of the skin was so difficult to few | |
| Not dark enough, not white enough | |
| Hey boy, what be your background anyway? | |
| Is there really an answer to this terrible cancer | |
| Human beings what my pop said we' d better save | |
| Now speedin' up the hands on the clock dial | |
| Present day racist is away, better stockpile | |
| Get up and get your freedom to love one another | |
| My brother suffered from the mother ers underneath the plot now | |
| Now this here ain' t just limited | |
| Two cheers for million man initiative | |
| Wipe the fear of traditionally ignorant | |
| And lay it all down with this little dream I' m never with | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Crystal Watson | |
| Come on y' all | |
| We see the one in signs | |
| While we steady reaching for the climax of our earthly high | |
| And lovin' money and sex more than the grace from the sky | |
| Craving and praying for someone to save me | |
| Could he be real? Filling me | |
| Or should I look to the heaven | |
| Hopin' to save my sanity in the world of vicinity | |
| Temptation at a all time high | |
| Women, men, strip of they pride | |
| Avoiding the dish and tryin' to survive | |
| Maybe yet we should just die | |
| Verse 4: Bernz of Mayday | |
| Even kings fall | |
| Sunset on my back bringin' in the dark | |
| I ain' t always even killed, tryna gain a little balance for real | |
| Because I' ve been lost | |
| Played ground politics for the kids | |
| That' s how it is | |
| Innocence lost to a Mossberg' s kiss | |
| What it is and what it was, plus it ain' t getting better for us | |
| Life' s rush and enough from this high when the cops speed by | |
| Someone told me ' bout a dream that my son is alive | |
| So I told him to run it back but he didn' t reply | |
| You see we all wide awake, dying and close our eyes | |
| And the world' s getting smaller, yes it is | |
| That' s a one ray of light, breaking darkness | |
| Shame to spark this, but I gotta medicate | |
| Pitfalls eluding my faith |
| Yeah, and it' s all about the capital games, venom | |
| Rolling through your veins, shackles and chains, send ' em | |
| Off to battle like they happy until they graves, CEME | |
| TERY gates await for one sought man, the | |
| Women living in sin, kill the children | |
| Describe pollution, to pop the pills in | |
| It' s all confusions, and not solutions | |
| On top we got a plot to drop, stop the blueprint | |
| If anything is ever gonna get better | |
| We gotta get rid of the vendettas | |
| And separate our endeavors | |
| I' m like the king that wrote in his letter | |
| Never ever sever the love for one another | |
| Be stubborn enough to hate one another | |
| Remember that we are brothers | |
| And sisters, came from the same mother | |
| The earth, and we go through the same struggles | |
| It hurts but we gotta make it work for us | |
| The dream | |
| Hook: Krizz Kaliko | |
| What are we fightin' for? | |
| And why do we sell war? | |
| All my country tears me bleak | |
| Scream our needs from all our knees | |
| And those who scream world peace | |
| It seems that dream | |
| The dream of a king | |
| Verse 2: Wrekonize of Mayday | |
| In the UK, mama had a itty bitty little boy blue | |
| With a man that wasn' t like quite likely approved | |
| Walked around Cape Town, readily abused | |
| Cause the colour of the skin was so difficult to few | |
| Not dark enough, not white enough | |
| Hey boy, what be your background anyway? | |
| Is there really an answer to this terrible cancer | |
| Human beings what my pop said we' d better save | |
| Now speedin' up the hands on the clock dial | |
| Present day racist is away, better stockpile | |
| Get up and get your freedom to love one another | |
| My brother suffered from the mother ers underneath the plot now | |
| Now this here ain' t just limited | |
| Two cheers for million man initiative | |
| Wipe the fear of traditionally ignorant | |
| And lay it all down with this little dream I' m never with | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Crystal Watson | |
| Come on y' all | |
| We see the one in signs | |
| While we steady reaching for the climax of our earthly high | |
| And lovin' money and sex more than the grace from the sky | |
| Craving and praying for someone to save me | |
| Could he be real? Filling me | |
| Or should I look to the heaven | |
| Hopin' to save my sanity in the world of vicinity | |
| Temptation at a all time high | |
| Women, men, strip of they pride | |
| Avoiding the dish and tryin' to survive | |
| Maybe yet we should just die | |
| Verse 4: Bernz of Mayday | |
| Even kings fall | |
| Sunset on my back bringin' in the dark | |
| I ain' t always even killed, tryna gain a little balance for real | |
| Because I' ve been lost | |
| Played ground politics for the kids | |
| That' s how it is | |
| Innocence lost to a Mossberg' s kiss | |
| What it is and what it was, plus it ain' t getting better for us | |
| Life' s rush and enough from this high when the cops speed by | |
| Someone told me ' bout a dream that my son is alive | |
| So I told him to run it back but he didn' t reply | |
| You see we all wide awake, dying and close our eyes | |
| And the world' s getting smaller, yes it is | |
| That' s a one ray of light, breaking darkness | |
| Shame to spark this, but I gotta medicate | |
| Pitfalls eluding my faith |