Billionaires in their yachts can't, dream the life that I got can't
No they can't stop the clocks can't, stop the crowning of the poor
Billionaires in their yachts can't, live the life that I got can't
Zillionaires on their plots can't, stop the crowning of the poor
Millionaires with the stocks can't, electric gates and the locks can't
Greedy banks and the tanks can't, stop the crowning of the poor
Palaces do fall and crumble, dynasties do take a tumble
Birds will sing, the earth will rumble at the crowning of the poor
Trumpets sound and bells are ringing, bboys and girls the grown me singing
Women with the joy they're bringing to the crowning of the poor
Billionaires in their yachts can't, dream the life that I got can't
Have to stand at the coronation of the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor, at the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor
I'm the son of a poor boy showed me nobody better than I
He's the son of a poor girl twirled her hair so to make it curl
I'm the son of a poor boy showed me nobody better than I
He's the son of a poor girl twirled her hair so to make it curl
At the crowning of the poor, at the crowning of the poor
At the crowning of the poor