Blood of a slave, heart of a King,
Shackled in flesh, but crowned within.
Chains on the wrist, but none on the soul,
Fire in my chest — Sovereign and Whole.
I walk through storms that tried to own me,
But still I rise, the Light enthrones me.
Bent by pain, but I still sing —
Blood of a slave, heart of a King.
I came from dust, but I carry flame,
I lost my name, then earned His Name.
Maya may twist, but cannot sting —
For I’ve remembered: I am the King.
