#killmonger

Hunt for the man Comb the city, every street, every grate You put a guard at every gate Drag him out, shout the moment that you find him! Daam! Knock in the doors, lock up the city Track him down through this town And be quick about it…now! How the devil do I ever prevail when I'm only a man? But I'll never be duped by this scurrilous phantom again I wasn't born to walk on water I wasn't born to sack and slaughter But on my soul, I wasn't born To stoop, to scorn, and knuckle under A man can learn to steal some thunder A man can learn to work some wonder And when the guantlet's down, It's time to rise and climb the sky And soon the moon will smoulder And the winds will drive Yes, a man grows older but his soul remains alive All those tremulous stars still glitter And I will survive! Let my heart grow colder and as bitter as a falcon in the dive There was a dream, a dying ember There was a dream, I don't remember But I will resurrect that dream Though rivers stream and hills grow steeper For here in hell where life gets cheaper Oh, here in hell the blood runs deeper And when the final duel is near I'll lift my spear and fly Piercing into the sky and higher And the strong will thrive Yes, the weak will cower while the fittest will survive If we wait for the darkest hour Till we spring alive Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive These are the days! Yes! Days of glory, days of rage, and the dream And the dream of Paris preys on my bones Gnawing night and day and clawing through my brain and No, never bend! Never kneel! Rend him to bits! Bite! Now, the beauty of the fight I'm not a man to hunger for blood, but the spirit can cry To be younger and fiercer and fly Piercing into the sky and higher And the strong will thrive Yes, the weak will cower while the fittest will survive If we wait for the darkest hour Till we spring alive Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive