Black Royalty Songtext
von Bronze Nazareth

Yeah (all our ghetto children)
Black Royalty, kid (yeah)
Soak your soul in it, baby
We had many questions (we love ya′ll)
Black Royalty

Yo, yo, royal golden, watch my inner soul flowing
Like leaves in a Galilee current towards the ocean
Grab it and smoke one, but don't overdose lungs
I′ll trade you these scriptures, if you hand me your guns

Made it for students in the school of life
I could write a sunray, author a full moon's light
My words are sutures to a broken future
That stitch clouds together, lift you to God, when we lose you

I speak planets, think mountains, deep fountains
Bleed messages, tell the welfare kids
Place Saturn's rings around a splattered kid′s wing
Send him to Heaven′s gates, to earn his severed wings


I greet the fallen angels with a second chance
On the blankets of death, like Winter Indian Chants
My thoughts float through the city, homeless men heard me
Found more dreams in my rhymes, than that flask of wild turkey

Open and pour it, withdraw it, before he sipped it
Put his bottle in his coat and said, "That kid is gifted"
Follow a spiral staircase into my brain wave
Count every step and see exactly where the pain lays

Align my watch with a biological clock
Drag the moon into a womb, tell your child, you could watch
Then maybe you'll never leave, a fatherless child as a seed
Black Royalty, the horns my robe, crown, and habitat

On the black top, I spoke to Judas, he regretted that
Metal gat, my habits like fresh fleets of heroin
Look close, and saw the map of Detroit streets, in his arm
The city climbed in that old picture of me in the frame
And asked the man I used to know, why the fuck I changed

Told him with no expression, words were on the page
Written in goblins, ghosts & the hemoglobin of slaves
I drew blood in the shape of the Wu symbol
All rhymes are hieroglyphics, left for mystics in temples


Carefully build each bar, like I welded you a jail
Then smoke from the same plants black magic used to heal
And blow the residue in the 9/11 wind direction
Stranger than fiction how those buildings stand as missing

Back in deep thought like a rich man now homeless
Stroke the fire like intern′s hips in melty moments
This is triumphant warrior overthrow
Vivid like my face carved in black foot totem pole
They ask whose the Wu-Tang poet so graphic
They sent him towards The Wisemen, and he came to Nazareth