"...you want to be king, you gotta sport the crown. And that shit is solid gold all the way through."

it's not a matter of regal right, it's a matter of responsibility. not all see, but if you do, there is no comfort of a blind eye for you. no patches, glaucoma, cataracts or gouging.

you see, now you know.

if you know, all that is left is the doing.

and this only begins the toting of the freight. heavy is heavy sayeth the weight.

shoulders will drag.

back will break.

your head will be the last thing to hang. they may suppose defeat. but they don't know what you know.

they never have, never will, and were never supposed to.

still blind, even though their heads are unbowed.

you believe in yourself more than gravity. there is no quit in you. because to quit is to die. there is nothing left for you but this.

your purpose.

no subjects. no court. no kingdom.

heavy hangs the head that wears the crown.

for my homeboys.