Coup D'etat

I listen to the silent screams
The private dreams and and the violent teams
They try to break my will and take thier fill
They break at will and make me ill till I wake up still
They drill the yells into my ears and instill fear in me until i tear and and the red smears into my headlike spartan spears of lead, till I lay dead on my bed all i see is red

Im screaming loud; they dont hear me
But theyll fear me when they see me emerge from the steaming shroud; when I break out and stake out; take a rake out and leave them behind to rewind what went through thier minds; shut the blinds and cut the binds

Im out now; I can shout now theres no doubt about how
Im gonna amount to more than you can count
Dracula will be jealous cuz I aint vain; get it?
Theyll faint from the pain I bring; this bane I sing
Don fret it In this reign Im king

I sit on my throne; power in my hand
A tower in your land; you cower while I stand
Quicksand and thick bands trick-stands break your bones
A lake of stones where you swim and sink; lose your limbs and shrink

I rise above; and fly sky high like a dove
Peace is what I need; I try and plead
You sigh and bleed; die while I read
Your eulogy is your creed; brutally Ive decreed
That I'll succeed when you dont heed my warning
Its morning and you've left me in your deed
The flies are swarming around your face that theyre mourning; ive left no trace or case; so pick up the pace

Try to confine; wait no; try to find me
And then you try to bind me; But your blind and Im one of a kind see; I'll run when you find me and youll forever be behind me in a cloud of dust; youll rot and rust and I'll bust your head, never trust a word youve said; you must think Im dead in the head if Im to pity you when youve bled

Im about to rise up to my prime and pride; you hide after you commit a crime; dont bide your time or confide your rhyme in me; im sublime you see; your not worth a dime your free; covered in lime you bleed as I climb Im freed; my warning you dont try to heed and now you'll die of greed

This broken home makes me irate; this spoken poem lives on my hate; this token's known as my spate of an unbroken tome of my traits; A croak and drone of your fate; You choke and moan in this state

You're a master of corruption; A pastor of interruption
I rage faster in an eruption