T.Love - King

They called him King
In the city of the sacred tower
I remember from elementary school
How he kissed the Pope

The secretary also passed through
When they cut the ribbon
King skipped school that day
To dream of something else

He was always a little on the side
A bit of a misfit too
At school, no one really knew
What King truly lived for

It was a bit later
He already had his girl, Eve
They lived together, unmarried
Scraping by on sweet poverty

Sometimes they went wild
They liked light drugs
Had plenty of friends
For long nights and lazy mornings

Watch out for your neighbours
They love to tip them off
You know who runs this town
The bishop and the commissioner — King!

That’s what his friend told him
Tall and skinny Lolo
As they stepped outside
To light a spliff with cola

“I'm sick of this city
The red-and-black mafia
Do you get me, Lolo?
Do you know what haunts me?”

Meanwhile, pale-faced Eve
Tried to explain it all
As the commissioner climbed in the window
And the bishop crawled out from under the bed

“What’s in your pocket, King?”
The commissioner asked at the door
“You’re still smoking that filth
We've had too many complaints”

And the bishop glanced sideways
First at King, then at Eve
“You live here godlessly
You think I don’t know?”

“For possession of weed
You'll get ten years locked away
For an illegal affair with her
You'll serve a few more days”

Now King sits in his cell
Remembering better times
He wrote a long, long letter
Addressed to the Pope

Sent a Christmas card
To the President himself
But no one talks about him now
No one remembers him at all

He was always a little on the side
A bit of a misfit too
In truth, no one ever knew
What King truly lived for