Artist: Insane Poetry f/ Psycho
Album: Grim Reality
Song: Manic Depressive
I'm wakin' up every morning to the same old sh**
Landlord straight b**hin' for a n***a 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**a 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 f** 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**in' skunk yellin' and screamin':
"Boy! Didn't I tell your a** to stay out of my business?
Now I k** your a** to sleep!"
This type of sh** 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** 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** cease
Grabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peace
He came on that night drunk as f**
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***a!"
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 f**in' 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** every night
Bustin' my a** 5,50 an hour ain't right
f**in' waitress all she does is b**h
Then she sweat up on my a**
Cause I sort of f**ed up an order
Hell! I know it was my fault but why she sweat me
Talkin' that punk sh**, tellin' me why my wife left me
She know she strike a nerve when my eyes show redness
I stepped to the b**h and said this:
"Look, b**h! You better get the f** out my goddamn drill
Before i slap you to the mothaf**in' floor, b**h!
What the f** you're talkin' about?"
Oh sh**, I know she run to tell the boss
Now he's walkin' over lookin' pissed and talkin' sh**:
"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**! 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 f**in' rent?
I'm leavin' out and I don't have a f**in' 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**
I started to feelin' like I don't wanna live
Started to grabbin' the phone and sh**
Tearin' up my f**in' 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***a!"
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** 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
co*ked the hammer of the nine and knocked on the door:
"So, it's you! yYou got my money? sh**, where's the rent at?"
"Hah hah!"
"What's so funny?"
"This is so funny, mothaf**a!"
[Gunshots]
That's what he gets, now he's better off
I drove over to the mailbox to mail the f**in' 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**
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** all you! Yeah, f** you!"
[Gunshots, screamin']
"It's time to end this sh**! Life is a mothaf**in' b**h, ain't it?"
[Gunshot]
"Oh sh**! That mothaf**a shot himself........"