INSANE POETRY - Manic Depressive lyrics

(feat. Psycho)

I'm wakin' up every morning to the same old shit

Landlord straight bitchin' for a nigga to pay the rent

My wife left me two years ago

Now I got a thinkin' problem

And a wine-drinkin' problem

My family turned backs on me, they wouldn't help

I had a psychiatrist but that mothafucka couldn't help

The pressure's in a man and that got me

Damn, I wish my wife would shot me

And take me out of my misery

But yo fuck it! How I got to this point

It ain't no mystery

It started a long time ago when I wouldn't smile

Tell me how you gonna make abused child smile

Watchin' my mom get beated for nathen

I know i'm next so I sit on the bed

Just 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 weeks

Moms got beated while I got black eyes and brused cheeks

I lose sleep try to think of a way to make it stop

My only solution: I have to kill pops

My opportunity came and i felt great

Pops left the house and forget to grab his 38

Tonight was the night to make this shit cease

Grabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peace

He came on that night drunk as fuck

lookin' like he been hit by a Mack-truck

I felt a bit nervous and a little scared

But I had to put 38 to his head

He turned and said:

"Ya ain't even got the guts, nigga!"

I said: "I love you daddy!"

And then I pulled the trigga

His body just felt I know was dead

I dropped the gun and then I kissed him on the forehead

My mother started to screamin' and goin' mad

I thought she was glad but I was wrong my mom was sad

Police came and I ended up arrested

This was the genesis of a manic depressive...

Now gettin' back to the present situation

Damn, I'm late for work and my boss is a fuckin' jerk

See, I'm a cook at this little tiny whole in the wall

You may not heard of it, it's called the burger-pit

And when I step in it's the same shit every night

Bustin' my ass 5,50 an hour ain't right

Fuckin' waitress all she does is bitch

Then she sweat up on my ass

Cause I sort of fucked up an order

Hell! I know it was my fault but why she sweat me

Talkin' that punk shit, tellin' me why my wife left me

She know she strike a nerve when my eyes show redness

I 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 boss

Now 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 day

Just got fired no check and it's friday

Now what the hell I'm gonna do about the fuckin' rent?

I'm leavin' out and I don't have a fuckin' cent

So I went back to my apartment

What did i notice sticked to my door?

An eviction notice, I just looked in the stairs as I cramble it up

Opened and slammed the door madder than a mothafuck

I started to feelin' like I don't wanna live

Started to grabbin' the phone and shit

Tearin' up my fuckin' crib screamin': "Why me?"

I feel I've been crucified

Come to thinkin' a thought to commitin' a suicide

I grabbed the razorblade as you could figure

A little voice in my head said: "Do it, nigga!"

Right about then I snapped, then it hit me

If I'm gonna go, I'm takin' a couple of people with me

So 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 little

payback..."

I surrounded my guns with black handles

With a grip of fifth of Jack Daniels

Putted on my armery on tears and take a quick shot

I think I make a landlord my first stop

Got me walkin down the hallway to seddle the score

Cocked 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 off

I drove over to the mailbox to mail the fuckin' letter off

I hopped back to my truck and drove up the street

The end is near and my mission is allmost complete

There it is so I stopped and grabbed my shit

Got 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........