"Sons (Young Kings)" lyrics
Nas & DJ Premier Lyrics
Yeah
Young Kings
It all starts, humble beginnings
Young Kings, Young, Young Kings, yeah
Head on a swivel, loaded lead in the nickel
The devil holding a sickle, wanna sever your tissue
That's forever the issue, then candlelight at a vigil
They say jail is both a rehab center and homeless shelter
And life and death is close as a tonic and seltzer
Never fold under pressure, give you my manifesto
Every man is a vessel, my son is my reflection
He from the highest heaven, I try not to possess him
Allow him to be tested
One day the words may come out the mouth of a reverend
"By the power vested in me," loud at his wedding
Give flowers while you can smell them, I try to tell him
All the diamonds and foreigns, all the finest of garments
It's really how it ends and not how it started
Filthy rich, scuba diving in your wealthy pockets
Louis, Prada, but health is my most valuable stock tip
Y'all 'bout to run things, to my young kings
To my brothers with sons, let 'em run
To my brothers with sons, so fun
I pray y'all both share the most powerful bond
A little different from him and his mom
To my sisters with boys, the joy
To my sisters with boys, enjoy
Tell him stand tall, know he should go for it all
He's a glorious king
Plenty stuff I used to see I often thought was a image of us
Getting off the city bus, all the memories rush
I used to look up at the crossing sign
A child with a grown-up holding his arm while I was walking with my mom
I pointed at it, automatic
I saw it as a little boy who was the baddest, like don't let 'I'm run in traffic
I really thought the crossing sign was me and my mom
Like who thought we was that important for a street sign?
One year, she told me that sign was for everybody
I'm like, "We ain't everybody, nah, we special, Mommy"
Playin' with toys, yo, she got us Atari
Those is Miss Anne's boys, Nasir and Jabari
Our youth was constantly fighting institutional racism
In school, we questioned the bias, two little future lions
Haile Selasies in training
Y chromosome, in no time they grown
First born be like the Mom
Second born is usually like Dad
Then you add the other siblings
Hold each other down 'cause love brings
The world at your feet, my young kings
To my brothers with sons, let 'em run
To my brothers with sons, so fun
I pray y'all both share the most powerful bond
A little different from him and his mom
To my sisters with boys, the joy
To my sisters with boys, enjoy
Tell him stand tall, know he should go for it all
He's a glorious king
Young Kings
It all starts, humble beginnings
Young Kings, Young, Young Kings, yeah
Head on a swivel, loaded lead in the nickel
The devil holding a sickle, wanna sever your tissue
That's forever the issue, then candlelight at a vigil
They say jail is both a rehab center and homeless shelter
And life and death is close as a tonic and seltzer
Never fold under pressure, give you my manifesto
Every man is a vessel, my son is my reflection
He from the highest heaven, I try not to possess him
Allow him to be tested
One day the words may come out the mouth of a reverend
"By the power vested in me," loud at his wedding
Give flowers while you can smell them, I try to tell him
All the diamonds and foreigns, all the finest of garments
It's really how it ends and not how it started
Filthy rich, scuba diving in your wealthy pockets
Louis, Prada, but health is my most valuable stock tip
Y'all 'bout to run things, to my young kings
To my brothers with sons, let 'em run
To my brothers with sons, so fun
I pray y'all both share the most powerful bond
A little different from him and his mom
To my sisters with boys, the joy
To my sisters with boys, enjoy
Tell him stand tall, know he should go for it all
He's a glorious king
Plenty stuff I used to see I often thought was a image of us
Getting off the city bus, all the memories rush
I used to look up at the crossing sign
A child with a grown-up holding his arm while I was walking with my mom
I pointed at it, automatic
I saw it as a little boy who was the baddest, like don't let 'I'm run in traffic
I really thought the crossing sign was me and my mom
Like who thought we was that important for a street sign?
One year, she told me that sign was for everybody
I'm like, "We ain't everybody, nah, we special, Mommy"
Playin' with toys, yo, she got us Atari
Those is Miss Anne's boys, Nasir and Jabari
Our youth was constantly fighting institutional racism
In school, we questioned the bias, two little future lions
Haile Selasies in training
Y chromosome, in no time they grown
First born be like the Mom
Second born is usually like Dad
Then you add the other siblings
Hold each other down 'cause love brings
The world at your feet, my young kings
To my brothers with sons, let 'em run
To my brothers with sons, so fun
I pray y'all both share the most powerful bond
A little different from him and his mom
To my sisters with boys, the joy
To my sisters with boys, enjoy
Tell him stand tall, know he should go for it all
He's a glorious king
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chris E. Martin, Marco P Bruno
