1964


The writing on the wall, the jumbled mess of words
destroys my inner brian, eating away at the very fiber of my soul
one mans torture written out acrossed the cement walls of his cell
for all to see, what was he immagining when he wrote
"Sleep daddy, sleep daddy, sleep forever no more"
upon the corner of the floor where he died the night before
this young man so old and hungrey for the world who
cast him aside like yesterdays garbage played out for everyone
his own metaphorical armegedon upon these very walls
falling apart as i read, the immages that enter my mind seem
to be swalowing me whole, taking away my verry innocence just by
reading on, the words i see are horrible accounts of the daily "life"
of the so called madman from 39th street, whos brutial murders were
the hottest news of 1964 in town of maulberry creek, here he tells
of each and every sinister account, writtin in gastley detail upon
the now seamingly fleshy walls of the inner most part of the state
prison where he spent the last 62 years of his life in solitude
shuned by the world and forced to sit and fester over his doings
in hopes that one day he will be forgiven and be set free, maybe
not in body but in spirit, given the oprotunity to stand before
god himself and repent for his horrid deeds, and be alowed to walk
amongst those he hurt in heaven, alowed to talk to them and
say he was sorry for what he had done, but whos to say that
this will ever happen for inmate 15993, one can only sit back
and read another tale the wall has to offer and slip into fantasy
hoping, praying for the man who lost it all one summer night in 1964

Aight look.......


Like the legend of bigfoot, ya rhymes are mysterious
thinkin he can win... shit this kid must be dalerious
kid has to be an alias cause he came at me pretty damn quick
now mysterious u know u cant rhyme bitch so get off my dick
ya new and already make me sick so get ready to feel it u fuckin prick
no one knows you so why should i care, come on run yo mout i dare
soon youll be flailing around like a bunny caught in a hunters snare
here lookin for fame, sit and watch while i tarnish ya name
and all of RV will fuckin do the same, cause u aint shit in this game
ya shits straight lame and your wack enough to match
your careers gonna be shorter than that of charlie batch
i see myself asking, why does this dude try to rap
probably for the same reason this prep shops at the gap
caue he thinks hes hard but inside this fags soft like a baked cookie
in for a rude awakaning when all of RV gang bangs this rookie
face it, nothin you say will ever change one single fact
you will neva be a gangsta no matter how hard you act
and i hope that settles well with you and you learn to deal
with the fact that you will never make it and thats just bein real
with you... dont even bother, quit while you still standing
cause this shits to hard for you, the lifes to demanding
so sit the fuck back and wait for your crash landing
cause you leavin in a body bag, never again to spit a rhyme
im doin u a favor, ya death is here, its the end of the line

haha! fuck this kid.... look

fuck this faggot, must be livin in a PARALLEL universe
hearin ya shit reminds me more of a plague or a curse
cause all of RV knows you cant spit a real ass verse
ya leavin in a herse, be prepared for this to be ya last battle
cause soon this kids gonna be shook harder than a babys rattle
ya just anotha little boy who cant drop hardcore hooks
i hear ya gonna do audio... musta learned from garth brooks
readin country music song books and aint gettin no looks
from anyone in the fuckin game you claim to love so much
cause no ones ever gonna respect you, ya have no touch
no tallent and no future, ya might as well up and quit
kill ya self faggot, go and get ya wrists slit
cause i know you cant deal with the fact you cat rap
deep down you know your just anotha prep that shops at the gap
so give up, gather ya shit and just move on home
dont make me up and split open ya emptey dome
ya brainles faggot, why do you even bother to try
fuck you bitch, ya been merked, run home and cry