King Without a Crown

{atmospheric piano, distant choir,

slow swells

of cinematic

strings}

I wasn’t born inside a palace made of gold,

I learned my lessons where the nights were cold.

Every scar became another page I wrote,

Every broken dream kept this fire afloat.

They said I’d never make it past the doubt,

Never thought I’d find another way out.

But every step I took against the wind,

Made me stronger than I’ve ever been.

{raspy spoken-word hip hop delivery}

I don’t need permission.

I don’t need applause.

The man I’m becoming,

Is bigger than them all.

{rising snare roll, building brass} I’m a king without a crown.

Still I never back down.

Built my throne from broken stone,

Now I stand on solid ground.

I don’t need the world to see,

What I already know in me.

The crown will come around,

I’m already a king without a crown.

{massive arena-style drums, soaring electric guitars} I’ve seen mountains standing in my

way, Still I kept on climbing every day.

No shortcuts, no silver spoon,

Just faith beneath an open moon.

One day they’ll ask me where I found my strength,

I’ll tell them every mile,

every inch. The road was never meant to be easy,

It was meant to make a king.

{half-time beat, heavy hip hop bass}

Every battle left another scar.

Every scar became another star.

If tomorrow never knows my name,

I’d still fight exactly the same.

Because purpose doesn’t wait for fame.

{orchestral crescendo, rising choir} I’m a king without a crown.

Watch me turn this life around.

Every failure built these walls,

Now nothing can knock them down.

One day the world will know my name,

But I won’t let it change my flame.

The crown was never what I found.

The king was always here somehow.

I’m a king without a crown.

{wall of sound, maximum dynamic peak} I don’t chase the throne.

I become the man worthy of it.

When the crown arrives,

It’ll only reveal who I already was.

{piano fading

out, distant soft strings}