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Insane Poetry f Psycho

Manic Depressive

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I`m wakin` up every morning to the same old shitLandlord straight bitchin` for a nigga to pay the rentMy wife left me two years agoNow I got a thinkin` problemAnd a wine-drinkin` problemMy family turned backs on me, they wouldn`t helpI had a psychiatrist but that mothafucka couldn`t helpThe pressure`s in a man and that got meDamn, I wish my wife would shot meAnd take me out of my miseryBut yo fuck it! How I got to this pointIt ain`t no mysteryIt started a long time ago when I wouldn`t smileTell me how you gonna make abused child smileWatchin` my mom get beated for nathenI know i`m next so I sit on the bedJust waitin` for pops to come in and started swingin`Drunk as a mothafuckin` skunk yellin` and screamin`:"Boy! Didn`t I tell your ass to stay out of my business? Now I kill your ass to sleep!"This type of shit went on more than three weeksMoms got beated while I got black eyes and brused cheeksI lose sleep try to think of a way to make it stopMy only solution: I have to kill popsMy opportunity came and i felt greatPops left the house and forget to grab his 38Tonight was the night to make this shit ceaseGrabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peaceHe came on that night drunk as fucklookin` like he been hit by a Mack-truckI felt a bit nervous and a little scaredBut I had to put 38 to his headHe turned and said:"Ya ain`t even got the guts, nigga!"I said: "I love you daddy!"And then I pulled the triggaHis body just felt I know was deadI dropped the gun and then I kissed him on the foreheadMy mother started to screamin` and goin` madI thought she was glad but I was wrong my mom was sadPolice came and I ended up arrestedThis was the genesis of a manic depressive...Now gettin` back to the present situationDamn, I`m late for work and my boss is a fuckin` jerkSee, I`m a cook at this little tiny whole in the wallYou may not heard of it, it`s called the burger-pitAnd when I step in it`s the same shit every nightBustin` my ass 5,50 an hour ain`t rightFuckin` waitress all she does is bitchThen she sweat up on my assCause I sort of fucked up an orderHell! I know it was my fault but why she sweat meTalkin` that punk shit, tellin` me why my wife left meShe know she strike a nerve when my eyes show rednessI stepped to the bitch and said this:"Look, bitch! You better get the fuck out my goddamn drill before i slap you to the mothafuckin` floor, bitch! What the fuck you`re talkin` about?"Oh shit, I know she run to tell the bossNow he`s walkin` over lookin` pissed and talkin` shit:"Look here, Joe! You come work everyday late! You`re drunk! I can`t take this no more! You cost me money! You fired!"Fuck! I guess it ain`t my dayJust got fired no check and it`s fridayNow what the hell I`m gonna do about the fuckin` rent?I`m leavin` out and I don`t have a fuckin` centSo I went back to my apartmentWhat did i notice sticked to my door? An eviction notice, I just looked in the stairs as I cramble it upOpened and slammed the door madder than a mothafuckI started to feelin` like I don`t wanna live Started to grabbin` the phone and shitTearin` up my fuckin` crib screamin`: "Why me?"I feel I`ve been crucifiedCome to thinkin` a thought to commitin` a suicideI grabbed the razorblade as you could figureA little voice in my head said: "Do it, nigga!"Right about then I snapped, then it hit meIf I`m gonna go, I`m takin` a couple of people with meSo I wrote a letter to the cops and it said:"By the time you read this I allready be dead. I can`t take this shit no more, In fact it`s time to me to get a littlepayback..."I surrounded my guns with black handlesWith a grip of fifth of Jack DanielsPutted on my armery on tears and take a quick shotI think I make a landlord my first stopGot me walkin down the hallway to seddle the scoreCocked the hammer of the nine and knocked on the door:"So, it`s you! yYou got my money? Shit, where`s the rent at?""Hah hah!""What`s so funny?""This is so funny, mothafucka!"[Gunshots]That`s what he gets, now he`s better offI drove over to the mailbox to mail the fuckin` letter offI hopped back to my truck and drove up the streetThe end is near and my mission is allmost completeThere it is so I stopped and grabbed my shitGot out of the truck stepped to the burger pit:"Hey! What you doin` here? You...I fired you! What you comin` back here for? Get out of my restaurant..."[Gunshots, screamin`]"Fuck all you! Yeah, fuck you!" [Gunshots, screamin`]"It`s time to end this shit! Life is a mothafuckin` bitch, ain`t it?"[Gunshot]"Oh shit! That mothafucka shot himself........"

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