Once upon a time
In a nearby land
Stood a man no better than you
He could rhyme he could dance so clever with hands
Left many a man kissing his shoes
There was strength in his stare
His chin in the air
Didn't brag he just paid his dues
Saw him puff out his chest
Press the world overhead
With his chiseled frame like a statue
Heard he talked with his god
They debated so hard
God said oh son you make me so proud
See I gave you one gift
One talent that's it
And you used it the way you knew how
So here's what I'll do
Here's more talents for you
Just spread what you've learned to the crowd
Then I'll do one more thing
Yes I'll make you a K.I.N.G.
And they'll all shout and praise you out loud
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