Topical Battle: Mad Man vs. MiC ChEcK

[MadMan]

Aight topic is Depression/Suicide

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No D/R Crew or Hata Votes
3-0 KO
5-0 Murder

[MadMan]

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./

[MiC ChEcK]

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"!!!

[MiC ChEcK]

uppin for votes........^^^^^^

['PercepTion']

VOTE: MiC ChEcK
WHY: Felt it flowed better, but it was a close battle

keep spittin' mad_man!

[MadMan]

Cool 0-1 uppin

[The Cobra]

You both were extremely deep but I gotta give it to Mic Check

[MadMan]

Aight 0-2 uppin

[50_Cent]

Yo I liked Mad Man's more, I could relate.

[Super Jew]

I don't get what this battle is about, no one threw punches, you guys were kinda dissin yourselfs, but mad man dissed himself the less so he gets my vote

[Hidden]

mic check had tighter flows with longer lines and better wordplay

vote = mic check

[MiC ChEcK]

uppin....and u ...its a topical battle...we based the battle on something this case (suicide).....so yur vote dont count

[MiC ChEcK]

3-3 on poll....but mad's got 2 in the thread....uppin....and who is super jew anyway...1st post somehow came to this thread...outta all of em....lol

[MadMan]

Yo definently a newbie, didn't even get that it was a fuckin topical battle, lol. Oh well, we'll see how it goes.

[MadMan]

Uppin' YO