[Will Smith talking:]
I believe in God
I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our ecstasy and pre-determined
But destiny in the sense, of the freedom to choose
Our ability to choose, who we are and who we're supposed to be

[Will Smith rapping:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I was born to reign
Point blank my name, to be extra stone, destiny pre-ordained
Trial and righteous, fighting for life
This my life, and that's why I go to my vices
Tighten the vices of truth, on the roofless
They rhymin', the crime is, just useless
The path of the poison, the Genesis of the gentle side
You and your boys, tryin' to decide
What to write, but your pen is a sword
And the blade has been forged, young minds gettin' gorged
States have been altered, by labor, by weed
And then hate gets exalted, as art falls to grieve
Choices is made, as the voices is laid
On the track, contract, ya souls the wage, sold ya wage
Did you see his new Benz, but your like a syringe
Now a part of you ???, gotta lot of new friends, gotta lot of new ends
Bought a house up in the hills fronting shouts at the pen
Giving false accounts, of your accounts amounts
Amounts of fans tweezing, stands to reason
Since your inception, laced with deception
And ??? false affection, it must parish
From a terrace, I see the fire burning the streets
But I won't shield my eyes to the heat

Born to Reign
Oooooooooh
I was Born to Reign
Oooooooooh
I was Born to Reign