T.Love - King

His nickname was King
In the city of Saint Tower
I remember from primary school
How he was kissing with the pope

A secretary drove by too
When they were cutting the ribbon
But Kingy skipped school
To dream about something else

He always stood aside
He was a bit strange
At school no one knew
How King really lived

It happened some time later
He had his girlfriend Eve
They were living without marriage
And were almost getting by

Sometimes they would throw a party
As they both liked light drugs
Many friends were there
In the evenings and in the mornings

Stay vigilant towards your neighbours
As they like to snitch
You know who rules this city
It's the bishop and the police commissioner - King!

That's what his friend always told him
Tall and thin Lolo
When they went outside
To smoke a blunt with cola

I can't stand this city
This red and black mafia
Do you understand me, Lolo?
Do you know what I'm worried about?

Meanwhile pale Eve
Is trying to explain everything
Because the commissioner went through the window
And the bishop crawled from under the bed

Whatcha got there in your pocket, King?
The commissioner asked by the door
You're smoking this shit all the time
We've had many complaints

And the bishop is staring
At both King and Eve
You both live here ungodly
Thinking I don't know anything

For possession of weed
You will get ten years
For the illegal relationship with her
A few more years in prison

Today Kingy is sitting in his cell
And he's recalling the good days
He wrote a very long letter
And sent it to the Pope

He sent a Christmas card
To the president himself
But no one is talking about him today
No one remembers him

He always stood aside
He was a bit strange
Actually, no one knew
How King really lived