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Manic Depressive

アーティスト:Insane Poetry  アルバム:Grim Reality 

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(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


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