Baron
Brandon Cee
He never felt blows in his glass house cold
old mouse scuttling past a gold watch stole
the gold scotch told a tale of life in alcohol
which he drank aplenty- when empty he lolled
sideways- to hold on his dreams he’d close
his eyes but it seems they evade his proposed
capture- he wants them but only in dreams
it’s rapture - so his fantasies remain unseen
to others- to them he’s insane in his membrane
to him it’s game of survival of life in all planes
astral & physical remain intact but to pact
with Satan he acts quick & a swift blow attacks
the cardinal- no need for last rights he’ll fight
to write till the last notebook page unhooks light
And gets filled with words of misery & plight
of history & spite, mystery as to why?- he died
or why he’d ever been alive- never known
so he died all alone- lone in his miserable moans
I must be on something as I wait while applause touches
Notice my claws clutching a heart as it hits the pause button
I've got nothing to hide, but I tried to compensate for lies
It's not my faith that dies - my lungs brought that angst inside
Stuck on my way to tithe as my wage brings rage to flames
I've escaped the maze - delayed the phrase to escape a name
And then I became engaged even without a love or a finger
My voice can be forgotten, but her's was a song with no singer
Hating my morals, the passion for floral cut her in seconds
But she was mine, my mother nature with a brother in heaven
I'm a dud and it's clever; she made me feel stuck in a web
Brushing her head with my hand left me feeling ounces of lead
I'm out of red, the crimson spinal tap of mine will wrap it up
Laugh at doves that bring peace to the Earth in massive chunks
For they'll have no fun without you doing much harm to them
A camera to harpoon friends works to hurt them with a new lens
I knew then, so let's just say, that it's ok if the feather feels
More than a mixed emotion in rythymic words as this letter kills
I’m crazy touching my body but baby I’m fuckin’ all yours
Potent combustive poison for whores lucking on all fours
I’m a champion who’ll ride, bust a rap to misplace your prize
I’ll sedate what you pries- while I lunge to disgrace more lies
Displaced on my path I renegade to abbreviate what I stack
go do that math- as I serenade to deviate defense from attack
And you see me in respect such as no other and I act adept
& can give a speech so incorrect- tactless man I tack a text
so useless and it’s easy to see, she makes me above luck & we
seem one, I & she, when she rakes my back in love fucks lovingly
I’m out of my mind- with her running ruining my game man it
Is over her head that she’s gunning to tuning my plain stand shit
so I’m a champion with no side- I kick out the wannabe wife
start afresh I’m gonna see it right- as I pick out black Donnelly’s bride
I grab the gun & shoot- I pull the fun to loot the hooter’s boots
wear them & faint feeling abused- shoes on I used to looter’s toots
now the shooters loose- I’m feeling misused as I write you a will
and I’m all right- so why do I feel I have a right to a kill
forgive me my ills my minds gone mental & I’m so insane
pooling old forgotten bills I mine singing songs & dying slow- slain
I expel prose to my fellow people that know what
I know is involved in a crack whore and an addict
who's scars show that he's hurt as he believes you're
there to point and laugh, enjoy it fast - those who
got your back get annoyed real fast since you're a
menace who's regetting ever becoming a racist in
society - you became a dentist to take your anger
out on patience is a virtue, but I never regret waiting
for my brith to backfire yet I retire death to burlap sacks
'til what's left expires past my retirment - rewire half my
environment and I'll speak technoligically sound, I'm
pissed at all of these clowns trying to wear epistomology's
crown as a hat for the poor man to understand what
wealth defines to a rich man, it repels demons and accels
scenes in healthy time to persuade and seduce your essence.
With these powers combined, our styles have clashed.