Chosen

Описание: Written by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats
Prodduced, Mixed and Mastered by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats


Lyrics:

Verse 1
Pops in the leather chair, breath slow, the room dim
Doctors whispering numbers, but I hear the tune slim
Family table full of ghosts and cold dinners
Every toast got a prayer mixed with old sinners

He said, “Power ain’t glory, it's a grave with a gold trim”
Now I see the crown shining like a loaded chrome rim
I was soldier material, never throne driven
Just a quiet storm living in a stone prison

Then the news hit the room like thunder in winter
Bullets tore the windshield, tried to send him to the scripture
All because he told ’em no powder on the shipment
Now the wolves at the gate smell blood in the distance

Funny thing about mercy, it’ll bury your own kin
So I laced up revenge like a pair of old Timbs
Every block, every alley, every friend they was hiding
Turned the city to a chessboard — and I started dividing

Hook
I never wanted the throne, but the throne wanted me
Now the crown sit heavy like a stone on a king
They fired first, now the war in the street
And a son turn colder when the father can’t speak

I never wanted the throne, but the throne chose me
Now the night got a body for every rosary
They lit the spark, now the fire don’t sleep
And a son turn colder when the father can’t breathe

Verse 2
First night I gave the word, silence fell like snowfall
Second night they vanished, city talking ’bout a ghost call
Third night the harbor water swallowed their enforcers
Concrete shoes dancing with the tide like divorces

I remember movie nights watching The Godfather
Now the script looking similar, life got darker
Used to hate the thought of men dying by the order
Now I whisper it calm like a priest at the altar

Iron taste in the air when the metal start barking
Streetlights flicker yellow like the devil is watching
Used to be the kid with a conscience and caution
Now the mirror show a boss with the frost in his talking

Funny how the crown turn mercy to weakness
Peace to a rumor, and breathing to a sequence
They thought the son was softer than the old man’s patience
Now the city move quiet when they mention my name in it

Hook
I never wanted the throne, but the throne wanted me
Now the crown sit heavy like a stone on a king
They fired first, now the war in the street
And a son turn colder when the father can’t speak

I never wanted the throne, but the throne chose me
Now the night got a body for every rosary
They lit the spark, now the fire don’t sleep
And a son turn colder when the father can’t breathe

Bridge
I prayed for peace… but the streets wanted blood
I carried hope… but the crown needed mud
I was a son… now the city say boss
And every step to the throne came at somebody’s cost

Hook
I never wanted the throne, but the throne wanted me
Now the crown sit heavy like a stone on a king
They fired first, now the war in the street
And a son turn colder when the father can’t speak

I never wanted the throne, but the throne chose me
Now the night got a body for every rosary
They lit the spark, now the fire don’t sleep
And a son turn colder when the father can’t breathe