The Crown’s Not Yours

[Beat drops – dusty boom bap, regal horns] [CHORUS (spoken/chanting) - Company] Yo— House of David on the edge of the throne, Two sons, one crown, only one gon’ be known. Bloodline heavy, destiny loud, Who God chose? Say it proud. [ADONIJAH – VERSE 1 — brassy synths, regal fanfare] Look— I’m first in line, check the family tree, Born to the throne, that crown belong to me. I been riding with chariots, horses in sync, Fifty deep running point when the people all think— I’m the king already, just waiting the call, While you in the temple playing sage with a psalm. I got generals, priests, yeah the power elite, When I speak, whole Jerusalem move to the beat. Ain’t nobody vote for you, little bro, stay calm, You a poet with a pen, I’m a fist with a palm. Dad getting old, yeah the clock running fast, So I’m claiming what’s mine—future, present, and past. [CHORUS (reacting) — company] Ooooh— He said “born for the crown!” But birthright don’t always hold it down… [SOLOMON – VERSE 1 — sparse, measured beat] Funny how loud pride get when wisdom asleep, You counting soldiers, I’m counting what you can’t keep. You flex flesh and steel, I lean on the unseen, While you plotting in the dark, I been chosen by the King. You feast without permission, call it destiny’s sign, But God don’t co-sign every hunger of the mind. You say throne is a birthright? Nah, listen close— The crown don’t go to the loudest, it go who God chose. I ain’t chasing the spotlight, I wait for the word, Oil drip heavy when the prophet is heard. You throwing parties, I’m kneeling in truth, One of us got ambition—one got the proof. [CHORUS (chanting) — Company] Wis-dom! Wis-dom! Say it again! A quiet voice still louder than men! [ADONIJAH – VERSE 2 — brass more subdued] Don’t preach to me patience, don’t talk about fate, I been hungry too long, I ain’t waiting at the gate. I watched brothers fall, yeah I learned from the past, This crown don’t move slow, you gotta move fast. You hiding behind prophets, behind mama’s advice, I’m outside with the people, yeah I roll with the dice. Kings ain’t made in the shadows or born from a dream, They take what they want—know what I mean? So bow when I rise, better fall in line, History don’t remember the meek—it remember the grind. [SOLOMON – VERSE 2 — beat begins to overwhelm] History remember the truth when the lies all fade, Remember Saul’s crown? Yeah, that pride got weighed. You say kings take crowns—nah, that’s how they fall, Every stolen throne got a echoing call. You loud in the streets but heaven ain’t clapping, You running ahead but God still mapping. I ain’t scared of your rank or your fifty-man ride, When the oil hit my head, watch the kingdom decide. So speak all you want, let your ego perform, But storms don’t shake houses that God already formed. When David stand up, you gon’ know what it is— This ain’t Adonijah’s moment… This the rise of the wis— [Beat cuts suddenly] [KING DAVID (spoken, gravelly, authoritative but frailly)] Enough. I seen strength without wisdom turn kings into dust. I seen hunger for power turn gold into rust. The Lord spoke clear—don’t twist what He said. Solomon’s king. Let the oil be spread. [CHORUS (explosive) — Company] Crown him! Crown him! Let the trumpet run! Long live Solomon— The chosen son! [SOLOMON (final line, victorious)] The throne ain’t won in a battle of pride— It’s given by God. I just stepped inside.