Choking The Clown.
By: Alpha and Bell
I'm in need of help, as I sit distraught in hell without any wealth
In the ring I dwell, frown painted upside down.. I'm a shell of former self
But I'm seeming well, I see no need to take away from peoples satisfaction
But the pain inside I can no longer hide, so they may learn... that I’m actin
The fact is, back then, in high school I was the funny guy, lighten up the smokes
Always win a chick over with some sly pick up lines or a few witty jokes
Known to kid, I did what I did, ended up a clown but I’ll make it clear
my job isn't just destroying my pride for petty people, it's my CAREER!
it brings a tear which I taste? maybe of my mothers? disowned a disgrace
and I cry with her remaining bitter even after thousands of pies to the face
Reminiscing about the past, Staring into the hour glass mirror at a mask
To much time has passed to escape my fate without a home to return back
Pick up the slack, of this rope which I tote, my pride has been groped
Since now each day my act grows in fame... I continue to fade in hope
But faith? NOPE! So finally for me I can escape from joking around
and make sure you don't blame the tightrope, for choking the clown
My brother was a mistake, his fate was killed by a stupid career stunt.
It wasn’t what our mother would want, his faith was wasted on blunts.
Tightropes drained his hope of being successful, I had to do something.
Because if I was too do nothing, my brothers shame would be smothering.
The makeup brought out his darker senses. How could he truly Reminisce?
His defenses went up like broken fences, and he was swallowed by childish randomness.
A simple squirt of the watering flower would drive the applause. With what cause?
We were raised on anger and sadness. Which drove me to madness, and he gets applause?
He never suffered the beating of father, he was the spoiled little brat.
When I hit him for his raging impact, he would go and lie to dad.
Saying I punched him for no reason, or that I was teasing him.
When he was the one, doing all of the fatal shit, practically raised on sins.
One day, I got pissed because he was bragging on about his new life.
How with all this fame, he’ll do just fine without me; he could survive.
As the curtains arose, the applause paused; their favorite clown on the tightrope.
His hope was tainted, that smile fainted onto his face. It had the right note.
He apparently committed suicide, but behind the scenes. I know the truth.
And now, so shall all of you. His death was the home run, I am the Babe Ruth.
Power consumed him; insanity eats me up. He smiled; all I can do is frown.
But inside, I feel the happiness I’ve long awaited. I was the one to choke the clown
