Lost Kings (Official Music Video)

Knights of 88 - Lost Kings Official Music Video
Produced by Nomadic Star

Directed by Wolfcut
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Special FX by Digitweaks
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Progress and evolution are forged in the sacrifices of generations past.
The blood spilt, the sweat toiled, the resilience forged through years spent incarcerated, this song celebrates our Lost Kings, Ghetto visionaries, Spiritual griots, Rebel warriors, who sacrificed their freedom and lives for future generations to have opportunities.
The song is split in two parts the first verse looks at the potential unfulfilled by our young black kings trapped in a system before they are provided with the proper guidance and information to expand their level of consciousness. The second verse explores what that potential if channeled can achieve.

LYRICS
Intro Watch it when you see the ghetto man them come around, Hold on Hustle we nah hustle in the street Hold on What me tell them say From Nairobi to Jamaica Hustler every day got to get the paper Anything we no matter we no cater Lost kings doing them things, Lost kings never go down From Jamaica to Kigali From Kigali straight back down to Chicago From Chicago we go straight back to London Hold on my youth Make that money we make that dough, Make that money we take that dough

Verse 1 Young kids on them corners hot Round here be no warning shots Drown fear in that boiling pot Found dead with no head attached Street tribe, got them deep ties World wide, how my G’s ride Baptised by that dark science Black knights, bleed sharks riot Back on my block Where them vultures and them serpents at Trap till we drop Deadly venom steady serving out Blast to the top Get it in, even in a drought Mad for that gwop Here we sin for them dividends Black slaves, stay packed caged Dark hate, razor sharp pain Gods rage, raised us insane Last days, it’s a dirty game Renegades on that wild chase Devil hating, now at hell-gates No faith got your soul ate Where they hold weight Every law break Ohhh lord, yes we know it’s a cold world Lost souls in a storm trying to hold on Sitting with the villains, in the middle of the madness City full of killers, bullets hit you as that mac rips Picture all our kings Lost hanging from a tree Pitching for a dream that they thought would set them free Chorus From Nairobi to Jamaica Hustler every day got to get the paper Anything we no matter we no cater (hold on kage) Lost kings doing them things, Lost kings never go down From Jamaica to Kigali From Kigali straight back down to Chicago (listen when me talk boy) From Chicago we go straight back to London (hear me when me talk boy) Hold on my youth Real kings be holding it down, even when they body pass and they under the ground

Verse 2 That’s Steph Biko, marcus garvey Deep brothers, yeah with real goals Fela kuti, bob marley Sing for us, heal souls Malcolm X, Lumumba Mind power, real heart Gun powder let your mind spark Round a coward, keep your knife sharp Ivory tower, trying to climb up Black Panthers, to the mau mau Jesse owens, Arthur ashe That’s Black history, ancestry Gold medals, grand slams In these cold ghettoes where we crash land God’s rebels make the last stand Smoke the devils let it bang bang Remember them, till the world ends Legends, gave their lives for the cause man Weapons, trained the mind, put their souls in Lessons, respect the core our of lost kingz That’s madiba, real leader, put it down for our black people’’ Truth speaker, Fire breather, die giving us these life teachings That’s martin luther, mark the future, kill our prophets cant stop the movement That’s dedan kimathi go against an army rebel heart beat spark a revolution Chorus From Nairobi to Jamaica Hustler every day got to get the paper Anything we no matter we no cater (hold on kage) Lost kings doing them things, Lost kings never go down From Jamaica to Kigali From Kigali straight back down to Chicago (listen when me talk boy) From Chicago we go straight back to London (hear me when me talk boy) Hold on my youth Real kings be holding it down, even when they body pass and they under the ground