Crown of Clay Vector (Ft. M.I Abaga & Pheelz)

[Intro: M.I Abaga]
My father told me when I was around, the day
He took me to the river sat me down to pray
Right there in the water to the sound of pain
From the mud he fashioned me a crown of clay
It’s why no one can ever take this sound away
Took me to the water sat me down to pray
And right there by the river to the sound of pain
Form the mud he fashioned...

[Verse 1: Vector]
Welcome to the blood line of the black kings
Real life black scenеs
The Black church black thought black sins
Uganda, Bobi wine, “magazines”
Nеws flash but old news, like since
We can’t speak, Judge me, my genes
A’n soro soke, s’an gbo loke? Quite mean
(we are speaking up, are they listening up)
But you can’t hold the voices
Some of them go burst out!
We have way too many voices
This is CLUBHOUSE!
I’m African and blessed
I hold it down even when I face stress
The kind of punches wey fit make your face press
I mean if life is a bitch then this is sex
It’s Big Dick energy when I flex
I think them scared of me is my guess
What’s beef to a man from the west? Cowboy
Heart to a man with the chest? How boy?
Treasure wey I carry deep within
But society in getting in-between
The thing long like many limousines
But I dey, King no dey japa
People of opobo, This King ja ja
Story of a slave to a king
Barrack boy wey dey relate many things
No be ahsawo if I mate many queens
You see this crown of clay’s really a thing, King!