Psycho - Manic Depressive lyrics

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........"