The King Is No More

The King of Cleveland sold his crown and throne to begin anew as mercenary in the East.

Searching for that Holy Grail, the golden glory bestowed to the elite, the King of Cleveland

Thought that time could be cheated and all the design assigned to his reign disintegrated.

Impatience and pride feigned passion and power, the castle once made of marble,

Overnight turned to sand, and when his cowardice eclipsed his drive, he fled towards

The coast. A villain, now, in the eyes of his people, for Cleveland lose more than a son,

The lost a king, They lost a face, they became victims cast aside in a money chase.

To abandon the people for whom he fought so faithful, The King of Cleveland sold his soul,

Turned on a dime, and crossed over to the other side, where glamor enamors the flimsy foundation

Of the numbers game and a paper-thin fame so whimsical, we’ll call it wind,

Travelling over lands, currents, and streams, twas' swept from his feet, Banished to the Deep Sea,

Sucked into the undertow. The king is no More.

He walked onto the Miami shore having been reformed

To wear a richer man’s Flame, Making Adversary and Friend one and the same.

He left his kingdom, but kept his Name, and now his people Hate him;

Abhor his Cavalier exterior towards the City he left in shambles

As if his market value means nothing and Money ain’t no thang,

Well Money’s still a four-quarter game Mr. James, and every digit

Scored from the prostitution of your image, through replicates and figurines,

Goes straight into the purse you stripped from Cleveland’s fingers.

I see how you revel to be the villain, but your only villain to yourself,

And that is the mark of a cursed man, Not a king.