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lirik lagu insane poetry - manic depressive

[verse 1: cyco]
i’m wakin’ up every morning to the same old sh-t
landlord straight b-tchin’ for a n-gga to pay the rent
my wife left me two years ago
now i got a thinkin’ problem
amplified by a drinking problem
my family turned backs on me, they wouldn’t help
i had a psychiatrist but that mothaf-cka couldn’t help
the pressure’s in a man and that got me
d-mn, i wish my wife would shot me
and take me out of my misery
but yo f-ck 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 mothaf-ckin’ skunk yellin’ and screamin’:

“boy! didn’t i tell your -ss to stay out of my business?
now i k!ll your -ss to sleep!”

this type of sh-t 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 k!ll 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 sh-t cease
grabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peace
he came on that night drunk as f-ck
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, n-gga!”
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
d-mn, i’m late for work and my boss is a f-ckin’ 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 sh-t every night
bustin’ my -ss 5,50 an hour ain’t right
f-ckin’ waitress all she does is b-tch
then she sweat up on my -ss
cause i sort of f-cked up an order
h-ll! i know it was my fault but why she sweat me
talkin’ that punk sh-t, tellin’ me why my wife left me
she know she strike a nerve when my eyes show redness
i stepped to the b-tch and said this:

“look, b-tch! you better get the f-ck out my godd-mn drill
before i slap you to the mothaf-ckin’ floor, b-tch!
what the f-ck you’re talkin’ about?”

oh sh-t, i know she run to tell the boss
now he’s walkin’ over lookin’ p-ssed and talkin’ sh-t:

“look here, joe! you come work everyday late! you’re drunk!
i can’t take this no more! you cost me money! you fired!”

f-ck! i guess it ain’t my day
just got fired no check and it’s friday
now what the h-ll i’m gonna do about the f-ckin’ rent?
i’m leavin’ out and i don’t have a f-ckin’ 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 mothaf-ck
i started to feelin’ like i don’t wanna live
started to grabbin’ the phone and sh-t
tearin’ up my f-ckin’ 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, n-gga!”
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 sh-t 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
c-cked the hammer of the nine and knocked on the door:

“so, it’s you! yyou got my money? sh-t, where’s the rent at?”
“hah hah!”
“what’s so funny?”
“this is so funny, mothaf-cka!”
[gunshots]

that’s what he gets, now he’s better off
i drove over to the mailbox to mail the f-ckin’ 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 sh-t
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’]
“f-ck all you! yeah, f-ck you!”
[gunshots, screamin’]
“it’s time to end this sh-t! life is a mothaf-ckin’ b-tch, ain’t it?”
[gunshot]
“oh sh-t! that mothaf-cka shot himself……..”

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