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Topical Battle: Mad Man vs. MiC ChEcK
Yo the topic is depression/suicide
40 lines max No d/r crew or hata votes 3-0 KO 5-0 Murder I'll spit in 3 min. |
yo
I can't continue to fight the pain; Hoping life could change; instead I chose to put knife to veins// It might sound insane; but I no longer have a will to gasp for air// I grasped my chair; rotated the wheels and let time pass with prayer// I didn't ask to be here; its stunning; the thought of me walking and running// Talking is shunning; I chose the path of where I'm to be found chalked-out in lining// Feelings I chose and kept in confinement; my condition faced no refinement// Misplacing the alignment of my bones was my planned assignment// Sitting with a knife in my hand as I sigh and; think of what life had planned for me// Could have held a medical degree; or maybe turned out be a name brand mc// Instead I'll be finding out if heaven is a mystery// ARGH!!! fuck the misery; I'll just cut my hand and see; where shit takes me// -1 slice-; blood loss was hefty; starting to pass out before the outflow is empty// Tempt me!!! And see if I wont go through with it; life...I'm through with it// So much anger and anguish that I looked at my cut and salt is what I threw in it// Pursuing it; bleeding with the thoughts that I lacked the dependency of my family// There's no hope; there's no remedies for these suicidal tendencies; But before I go I'm a bring homicide to ten mc's// So test me please...see if I wont go the distance; I'm lost in the moment with persistence; This 14-inch blade was my only assistant; as I start feeling distant from the world there's no resistance...to the devil voices trying to put an end to my existence// It's this time; it's this instant; within this rhyme I get lost in quicksand// The - second slice -; was perpendicular to the first one// Now I have a cross on my arm; and damn it hurt son// Thought I had it bad but the - third slice -; was the worst one// Falling off of my chair; these thoughts and memories flashed in despair// Glass smashed was everywhere; as I just let the cut from the wounds gash out without a care// Will my loved ones cope and deal with my behavior?// I don't know; contradicting...with the actions of sinning; yet with hopes to see my savior// Free from this world's captivity; is it in me to divide myself form this earth's capacity// As I no longer feel a heart beat from my chest cavity// A hopeless soul floating; disobeying laws of gravity// Can I fathom the unattainable with actions unexplainable?// All the sudden hearing voices "His condition is far from sustainable// Ohh wait a minute; His life is still attainable; we need to get em to emergency as quick as possible"// I keep relapsing between an image of angels singing gospels// And an ambulance with a man; thinking is this one of God's apostles// Soon to join the lost souls; letting go of my goals as I got those feelings// Facing no form of healings; there will be no more chair wheeling// As I envisioned me kneeling to pray for god's forgiveness// On my family to relieve stress; this earths' surface...will I leave blessed?// The last words I heard were: "There's no more heart beats in his chest"!!! yo mad man....good luck dawg, i knew this ish was comin soon.... so i got right on it. |
I wake up in the morning with no reason to be alive/
So I load up my gun and put in bullet #5/ It's routine now, I do it every morning/ I got it down so that it's so fucking boring/ But I put it away as I've been doing for years/ I put it away through the pain of the tears/ I'm to much of a coward to pull the trigger/ And the pain in my heart grows bigger and bigger/ The pain that I feel everytime I get hit/ Everytime a girl says "No chance Kid!"/ Everytime a fucker calls me queer/ Everytime I stay home, because of the fear/ No one has listened to the signs that I gave/ Not when I threatened to kill a kid in a bloody rage/ Not when I turned in my rhyme "Disturbed"/ No one cared about the fucking herb/ So I sit here wishing to die/ "No one cares" I say as I cry/ But I ain't scared anymore cause I gotta plan/ This'll be my last fight, my final stand/ Cause I ain't gonna take this shit anymore/ And I'll knock you out R-Lo like I did before/ But this time, he won't fucking wake up/ I'll put my gun to his head and say, "You fucked up!"/ I'll get at everyone who put me down/ The girls, the bullies, won't make another sound/ See they'll kill me, but I'm already dead/ And I hope they drive a bullet right through my head/ Something I could never do by myself/ I'll get it done with a little bit of help/ But I'm too much of a coward to get it done/ Fuck, I don't even know how to work my gun/ So I'll sit here and wish to die/ Through the pain of my tears I sit here and cry/ But I'll cry no more very soon you see/ I can't work a gun, but I can kick a box out from under me./ |
win to madman , i just felt it more, no disrespect
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Sorry but you can't vote, you need 200 posts to be able to.
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oh , sorry dawg , but if i could , it'd go to you
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word......good look mad man
blaze next time describe why u felt his more.....we battle to up our game.....and descriptions of faults helps their game...got it ? |
Yo Mic if you liked my shit enough, I wanna ride with VD, I've got Ruthless vote for War Lords, but I wanna rep VD, what you say???
P.S. Liked your shit, looks like you may've gone over the limit ;) lol. Good Luck |
mad_man , first u say u dont want crew so u drop compton (your crew) then u try to get into warlords or vd, whast up wit dat man>?
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Yo if we don't get any vote's, we should move it to the Front Lines aight.
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Uppin' for lack of a better thing to do.
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oh shit i did go over the limit!....lol sorry dawg, i didnt even realize
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lets move it
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Aight give me one minute and I'll set up in FL.
Battle Closed! |
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