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(Verse 1)
We open the door; the young prince is at his desk
You can tell he’s excited, his heart beats out his chest
Pen flying across the paper, his handwriting’s a mess
And he tries to write neater, hey, he’s doing his best
But he can’t slow down, he’s not finished yet
He’s just tryna show the world a man they’ve met
Tryna put into words, the things they’d never get
And he gon’ do away with all these feelings of regret
Got a lot of things to say, so many things to write
And he aint even tired, he’s been up all night
Just tryna get it done, and it’s gotta be perfect
He passes up on fun, he knows it’ll be worth it
The looks on their faces when they see what he did
He looks in deep places for feelings that he’s hid
Got emotions bottled up’ he’s breaking off the lid
Think the world gives a shit? He’s a naïve kid
(Chorus)
Cause when your heart freezes over
Cold spreads to you shoulder
Don’t worry about it little man
you’ll get your crown when you’re older
All the royalty is coming, all you gotta do is focus
Only worry about yourself them other niggas is locusts
(Verse 2)
He puts the pencil away and he looks down with pride
First thing he’s everfinished, best thing he’s ever tried
This one thing makes up for all the times he’s ever cried
In his room, matter of fact all bullshit aside
He just poured out his heart there’s nothing left to hide
And it’s not like he’s hurt, all his tears have dried
He looks down at his desk, at all his work
You can see in the words all the pain in the hurt
But it doesn’t matter now, it’s gone, it’s good
He lived a good life, never deep in the ‘hood
He wasn’t a bad kid, always did what he should
And he helped out his mom, whenever he could
He picked up his pencil and started to draw a picture
There were two people, playing games by a river
He drew them in a place, where nothing bad was done
Then he labeled to two people, father and son
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Ma! I’m done! What do I do next?!
“Well you’re gonna have to mail it, so get his address”
How do I do that? Call him on the phone?
Cause I haven’t talked to him since he’s been going
I’ll call him later, when I have time alone
I wonder if he knows how much I’ve grown
He hasn’t seen me, and it’s been a while
Then he went in his room, shut the door and dialed
(Phone Call)
Dialing – Ringing
“Hello?”
“Hey, who is this?”
“It’s Stephen, is Kenneth there?”
“Why? Do you need him?”
“I was hoping to mail him something for father’s day, I need his address though”
“Oh, he’s in jail now, maybe next year, if he remembers; he’s never mentioned you before”
“Oh”
“I’m sorry”
“Nah it’s whatever”
(Dial Tone)
(Chorus)
We open the door; the young prince is at his desk
You can tell he’s excited, his heart beats out his chest
Pen flying across the paper, his handwriting’s a mess
And he tries to write neater, hey, he’s doing his best
But he can’t slow down, he’s not finished yet
He’s just tryna show the world a man they’ve met
Tryna put into words, the things they’d never get
And he gon’ do away with all these feelings of regret
Got a lot of things to say, so many things to write
And he aint even tired, he’s been up all night
Just tryna get it done, and it’s gotta be perfect
He passes up on fun, he knows it’ll be worth it
The looks on their faces when they see what he did
He looks in deep places for feelings that he’s hid
Got emotions bottled up’ he’s breaking off the lid
Think the world gives a shit? He’s a naïve kid
(Chorus)
Cause when your heart freezes over
Cold spreads to you shoulder
Don’t worry about it little man
you’ll get your crown when you’re older
All the royalty is coming, all you gotta do is focus
Only worry about yourself them other niggas is locusts
(Verse 2)
He puts the pencil away and he looks down with pride
First thing he’s everfinished, best thing he’s ever tried
This one thing makes up for all the times he’s ever cried
In his room, matter of fact all bullshit aside
He just poured out his heart there’s nothing left to hide
And it’s not like he’s hurt, all his tears have dried
He looks down at his desk, at all his work
You can see in the words all the pain in the hurt
But it doesn’t matter now, it’s gone, it’s good
He lived a good life, never deep in the ‘hood
He wasn’t a bad kid, always did what he should
And he helped out his mom, whenever he could
He picked up his pencil and started to draw a picture
There were two people, playing games by a river
He drew them in a place, where nothing bad was done
Then he labeled to two people, father and son
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Ma! I’m done! What do I do next?!
“Well you’re gonna have to mail it, so get his address”
How do I do that? Call him on the phone?
Cause I haven’t talked to him since he’s been going
I’ll call him later, when I have time alone
I wonder if he knows how much I’ve grown
He hasn’t seen me, and it’s been a while
Then he went in his room, shut the door and dialed
(Phone Call)
Dialing – Ringing
“Hello?”
“Hey, who is this?”
“It’s Stephen, is Kenneth there?”
“Why? Do you need him?”
“I was hoping to mail him something for father’s day, I need his address though”
“Oh, he’s in jail now, maybe next year, if he remembers; he’s never mentioned you before”
“Oh”
“I’m sorry”
“Nah it’s whatever”
(Dial Tone)
(Chorus)
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