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yef - a real royal lyrics

you see i’m feeling inspired
i’m going all the way to the top then even higher
the holy spirit working through me, call him a ghostwriter
penning down the rhymes i require
everything i say is truth you can’t call me a liar, but if that’s cap
then you can say it’s my pants that are on fire
so it’s time
time to tell our story of a community where it’s “all hands on deck”
but it wasn’t necessarily a sweet life like zack and cody
so listen closely and imagine this
(yef, did you make this?)

you leave the only place you’ve known your whole life
they might as well have called you a ‘runaway’
but it’s not like you were trying to run away
but you were trying to run towards a way that seemed sweeter
a grass that seemed greener
because you were a dreamer
in fact, a believer because the new land promised better things
but your first job ended up being a glass cleaner
or maybe a security guard
but you suck it up anyways
knowing that each and every penny earned
went towards a better life
one with less worry and strife
so for your family you worked up the ranks
and each day, you gave your god thanks
when your child asked for mcdonald’s, you said there’s rice at home
because the rice reminds us of a home where it all began
the motherland
so that we would understand the sacrifices our parents had to make
and the risks they had to take to get here
so now it’s our turn
because we ain’t little babies no more
so let’s ask ourselves what is it that we’re grinding for
is it for validation?
or to beat systematic dehumanisation?
maybe it’s to prove a point
to a system of education that doesn’t teach the true history of a nation
that without hesitation has taken resources and taken lives from rich continents
better yet maybe it’s to break the glass ceiling
gain that winners feeling
maybe it’s cos we want to be like dave on his 19th birthday and tell our mums
you don’t have to work no more, mummy
you ain’t gotta get hurt no more, mummy
you ain’t gotta wake up in the middle of the night in the freezing cold for a cheque no more, mummy
maybe it’s cos we’re tired of playing games we’re over it
tired of being ignored for jobs that we were overqualified and overfit
but whatever it is
we’re nowhere near the time to retire
and you best get it right
i’m a king so you call me sire
the next generation has to be able to tell our stories of how we took over the nation wearing fur attire
but don’t call rspca on just yet that
see in me is a real fire and desire
cause what i want
i mean what i really want
is for the ones coming up
to tell the story of how we, the real royals
rebuilt an empire

- yef lyrics

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