Big Gold Throne
Cap and gown
Cloak and dagger
He wants to be an aristocrat
He will send his capulet
Bentley for sale
And a cheap cravat
Look at them bougie up
The royal family
The name of a lady or gentleman
Tattooed on their arms of labour
The capulets
On Diana’s coattails
With made up
Fairytales
Ride a magic carpet
To the Queen’s Birthday Party
Through the looking glass
Beyond the veil
They want to be
The Merry Wives
Of Windsor
Next generation
Venerated
In a royal cavalcade
A royal motorcade
Royal wave at the ready
Turning into a pumpkin
After the royal coaches
The cheap magazine articles
Fish and Chip paper
When I ask would he
Eat at a greasy spoon
He said it’s for the plebs who buy his records
But not good enough for him
Not the cut above like him
He’s bought his way to knighthood
But didn’t do the work
He said he was lying to the monarchy
That he had their secrets for sale
To move up in society
Faces with pious grins
Hung on a wall
On dinner plates and tea towels
Because I shot him down
In the DJ Room
In front of all of the men
That he calls his fans
Unwanted advances
Then told that I am
The worst looking thing
He has ever seen
That a butt like mine
Only appeals to black men
I said
Why that’s why you like men
Said I’d rather have a DJ
He stole to have
Rapper money
They are more talented than you
They want their art to make them great
But they just laughed at me
He went back to pimping
He said his kids will marry the upper classes
It’s all backstage for the free sex workers
So they could marry gentry
Behave so elegantly
So he had people raped
To be regarded as aristocracy
Seems a little
Counterintuitive
To me
Only celebrities
Care about
Being seen as ordinary
He said he would raise his kids
To not care about dirty dealings
They won’t mind Daddy’s stealing
And the Diddy room he’s keeping
To keep the rappers and DJs
Bowing and scraping
A corrupt woman for a mum
Who wants to be a
Princess
Have everything
Glamorous
Everything she’s dreamed up
No one wanted him
In that room
Oh no hear comes that famous jerk again
Preening like a peacock
Famous for defaming
Making other men feel inferior
Because they don’t steal from
A defenseless woman
Have her raped and raped again and again
Then say
“How is she healing”
He’s a made man
I’m calling out your gangster
No education
No Shakespeare in the library
Brand spanking new books
That are chemical
No need to shake the dust of them
I’m calling out your pimping
I’m sick of all the prancing
He’s said he’s stealing
To be in princess circles
Grand theft private palace
Because he watched em all get richer
Because they had the gift
He needed the extortion
With what he made up about the rappers
He said he wanted gold teeth
24 Karat Gold boys
Keys to the city
Have to hide the women who didn’t consent to him
Rap royalty
Gold chains and
Diamonds in your teeth
Little Tiara
Big gold throne
Be made a Sir someday
If he has girls
They gentrify the family
Ladies and Gents
Introducing
We have a new royal family
In the gold throne room
Gangster
Rapper
Sir and Madam of the brothel
They can’t feed the fame monster
Deceive the royal family
Without heavy handed abuse
And all the stealing
Take your white supremacist anthem
Sing
It to the racists
They hate all the black kids
Game of Thrones
House of Cards
Harrods and we try so hard
It’s all Monica and Meghan’s
Bells of St Clemens
I know what you did last summer ?
Who’s on the gold throne now ?
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