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Topic: Physco vs. Sane
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A Topical Production Brought To You By Aimez & Flow Intelligent


Sane Vs. Insane


Blue: Sane
Red: Insane


1st Part: Aimez
2nd Part: Flow I.


Man im Goin Crazy and I dont Know what to do
First of all you need to calm down who you talkin to?
Im talkin to myself I told You im losing My mind
Dont you know man its only a matter of time
...Before I Leave this Earth and Be forgotten
My Soul Wondering forever and My Body Rottened
Nawl Man its not as bad as you think it is
See my problems unsolvable im tellin you kid
You Think Yo Situations hard just try being me
Raisin Three kids with no wife and a case of HIV
A low budget job and a strung out mom
see You actually Dont know What the fuck is wrong
See you got it good but You just dont See
That It doesnt Take The perfect life for me
If i could have your nice problems id be fine
but im soon to leave this earth in a matter of time
so dont try and end yaself so early let life live alive
Its betta to die fighting than to commit suicide
Thanx man I see what you sayin
It doesnt take the best to keep me praying
you saved my life dog How can I repay You mayne?
You Can Kill me Now and Save me the pain


No.. Listen To My Story....


So many tears pouring, Im hating the rain
The walls are closing in only blood in my vision
Pain in my heart .... and my conscious is missing
Im in constant remission, I need to take a life
Inside your sternum, Is where i'll place my knife
This insanity i feel keeps other emotions from showing
And this power consumes my body, When ya soul im holding
From the end to the beginning, My life's moving in reverse
And every evil thought i have gets stored and reserved
The comments i make are formed into something evil
Plus my auras' different from others, no room for loving people
Im sick of the pain, Sick of trying to cope with the stress
Sick of laying in bed, Trying to hope for the best
Insanity groping my chest, I feel it trying to break me
I sense my last chance slip away, Now im close to crazy
It's mostly hazy, The evil in my heart chose to take me
My good sides broke and lazy, Its nothing to choke a baby
People are prone to hate me, No chance of slowing the pain
So lately ive been crazy, But you're just going insane

Diligence
Blackmage

Since my year of acquital, I lived my life penuriosly
Grinding for money, struggling to pay my bills monthly
Jobs came scarcely, never hired due to my heinous past
Striving to start anew, but all thats' dwelled upon is my past
I've succumbed, my walls is closing in, don't know what to do
Mentally breaching, damn near in tears, how will I make it through
Basically screwed, no way I can habituate these ordeals
Devising while smoking my joint to abate the pain that I feel
Cars lights suffused the room as they passed, then I spotted a glare
And noticed the direction came from the dresser by the stairs
Walked over and hoisted up the item that i've found in there
to find my gun, ad my hand trembled with it as I stared
The texture of chrome made me feel qualm, I looked in the mirror
My effigy reminded me of my past malicious Demeanor
Then It felt good, I took the gun and attempted to leave
Approaching the door but halted by voices talking to me
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One whispered "Damn, what you stop for, keep on moving"
Then Another said "James, think about what your doing"
"If you continue on, your life will be completely ruined
and it's back to the prison cell you were formely shut in."
"Allow me to cut in, James fuck him, just follow our instincts
play your cards strategecially, you wont step foot in a precient."
"That's what you think, he's on his second strike, he can't risk it
You don't wanna be a two time loser, just drop the biscuit."
I'm going ballistic, can't purge the voices from my mind
They just elongating and growing more clamorous inside
I yelled "Get out of my head", as my mind grew with tension
Both simutamiously say "James, make your decision."
As the word was given, I clutched my gun, and my heart start pounding
took a moment to breath then my mind started wandering
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Realized I was yielding to my problems, I didn't want to run no more
So I hit the clip release and stood stagnant as it crashed on the floor


Insane?
My pen's the only way to stop them as they flutter in the breeze
It's with me at all times i know that others can't see
they're comin to get me, pure evil in it's mind lines and edges
laughing, viciously clawwed an innocent man by the hedges
it came with a war cry yelling "die" I'd just cleave
as i pinned it to the table and carved at it till it screamed
i scrape, cut and stab, that one was puttin up a fight
It tried to run but my final puncture would rest it, goodnight
that one was a fighter i kinda liked her in fact instead
I sweeped up my hands peeping the streams of black...and red
had it bit me, no I couldn't be touched i was the strong
I sat at the park and people picked corpses all day long
they told me it's such a waste to trash but beautifully did
till i was kidnapped by their helpers, wrapped in white and lost my pen
there's no hope for the world now, they i have overactive thought
but i know in my heart it's real...
............whether it happened or not
Sane?
-I saw a man at the park today he seemed quite paranoid
-but heard his writing was best h carried his pen like child and toy
-he seemed so frantic that even my heart upped in pace
-i was watching carefully till paper flew by and cut my face
-he snatched it out of the airand began writing furiously
-i turned to tend to my stinging wound, then i thought i heard a scream
-must've been him, he wrote like it would flee, did i see it try?
-he must've moved it with his hand he dropped his pen and let it fly
-I grabbed and felt sadness then fear from what i would see
-i couldn't believe it that he would write till he would bleed
-it seemed to come from the paper but...no it's his
-I told him "it's such a waste but it's beautifully did"
-I read it, it was beautiful, went on about my day
-nothing made me change my life like my crazy sister would say
Evaluate this from an unbiased or alien thought
from your perspective can you tell me who's crazy and who's not