Kings - Tribe Society

Running with all of my brothers

I always wondered how far we could go

If we could break through the ceiling above us

There’d be no point of us looking below

We could be free, we could be free

Finally, we could be free

I been through the darkest of caves and suffering

One hundred steps off the end of the road

Painted with passion, my favorite color

Hope I’m alive when the story gets old

We could be free, we could be free

Finally, we could be free

I ain’t at home, home’s where I’m going

I close my eyes to see

I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

And make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

Lost in the world full of nonbelievers

Searching for smoke in a stillwater pond

A nothing king, they called a dreamer

This is my life and I call it a song

We could be free, we could be free

Finally, we could be free

I ain’t at home, home’s where I’m going

I close my eyes to see

I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

And make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

Kicked through the shackles, broke through the chains

There’s no oppression, there’s no one to blame but you

Kicked through the shackles, broke through the chains

There’s no oppression, there’s no one to blame but you

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

I ain’t at home, home’s where I’m going

I close my eyes to see

I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

And make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Make myself a king

Make myself a king