E.K. Bush - The King lyrics

the king, the king, the king is hanging out this is the day, rememberance we can shout history is preserved, tears now conserved the likes of Dr. Martin, posts on the social wall the rights fight by Dr. Martin, still just a crawl the laws, the lobbies, Keysian filibusters clamp down on realities, their voice barely musters drug abuse, no excuse, needle misuse, light the fuse from the income towers, so manacle beyond powers we cla**ify in thes tiers, pain and suffering spears are thrust outward from the fund we trust, in God given the liberty, laughs, give them the sobriety, drunk on satire and lavish clothes, in Moses give the staff, leads, infections full of chaff This day, this collection of hours, twenty plus four will not be the day that justice settles the score more, more, more, cries the capitalism game human insticts abused, all for profitable fame Dr. Martin, Dr. Martin, he was the king such strong leaders, in dreams, we sing of their ideals, bucking social trend appeals, today, I will recall your dream you had for reals.