The Madman's Background
The Madman is none other than a guy who's been fucked over one two many times/
His perogative that he reckoned by gettin' disrespected every day of life
So now a look in the thoughts of this Madman why he did what he had to do
To even the score between the world and he, why he had to shoot
And even after death he haunted to bring back pain and sin
So each and every century he returned to spread the word of him
--A Vicitm of the Madman--
Since the first breath to the dorm days a war was waged
between a madman and a young boy named Borris Brave
And boy was Borris brave to stand up he untill the Madman got the best of him on the fourth of May
So the dead Soul took over the core of Borris Brave
And made a story to a Legend about a Madman and the road he paved...
The Madmans Journey ...What drove him to Madness...
From within the division that I reside, invent ya death in a vision from within my mind
For rhythm is what I breath and murder is but a system
that I execute my dreams of ascension like a christian to the sky
And from within the prison in my mind I still find the reason through the screams why I flexed da AK away
Deducted those who dealt me shit everyday since I was first born to the day of yesterday
Then I made a desicion to right a couple wrongs that I've been dealt
Went to bed with a plot in head that'll help me deal back the pain that I've once felt
Awoken by the phone that I'm prone to most ingoring
'Cause everytime I answer it just a bitch that took my cash and is re-uppin' with her whoring
After I ripped it from da jack I begat my scheme to get 'em back
I sat at the table and contemplated ways to slay the hated for makin' me delay my track
All I wanted was a chance to be one of the greats and then my best friends stabbed me in the back
He took my place on the label I bleed to paper to spray to and said nothin' but he didn't mean to and my bad
So now I'm plottin' out his demise along with a list of others that'll pay their dues
My counters been covered with schemes and weapons for the past hour or two
Now with my lip unbitten and my cowardice through
I filled a sack fulla triggers, and rejected my second subconscience thought of endin' my old friends hour of doom
So now I scowered at the sheet as I plowed down names of my victims, most unecthical
Almost everyone that I've met before left the impression to leave me over them with metal to pull
Dare they defy me now for my power is immeasureable
And inside I find the crime not be the slightest disturbing but pleasurable
So now with my list written I got in my shitty car and out the driveway I pulled
Headed to Leonard Megan's house, the guy who beat my ass one day as I left from school
As I showed up he didn't show up to be so tough as before
His three kids wasn't a reason that'd leave to give a fuck less or more
So despite the naggin' of his wife
My hands lifted him by throat 'till he was hangin on for dear life
All the while I had a smile as I mentally assessed the consequence of my arrest
His body thumped to floor as he muttered a meaningless apology in death
I turned to the door where before my archenemy stood gasping in the flesh
And left his family stressed over his corps as I digested the first four minutes of my quest
Now with my hands overlain with anothers internal mess
I neared another door that'll leave me eternally unblessed
Though I loved my mother she should've never deserted me and left
That's why I splurt what burns within my chest
And to this I do confess this has been a plot I've overly obsessed to test
Now over is the fear that left my expression to be repressed
For now my time is here to leave the world with whats deserved
'Cause over time I've more than earned a place beside the muderers fo sure
The truth is I've been a ruthless killa for years in my head now see how the tables took a turn
Lay at my feet are sixteen people some I've never even met
I must've lost my head and blacked out, 'cause now all I see is a red scene in a cold sweat
I've shotoff my family, future, friends and wrongdoers without thinkin' 'bout what's next
Then suddenly a sharp pain was felt
'N I cursed for my cursing to the world was still in need to be dealt
I've been shot, got back, somebody finally fell me to my home in hell
So as I fell my eyes peeled down to see the killer of this Madman is none other than my self
An unjust death was dealt 'cause the Madman wasn't done....
....And just when the story had been forgotten,...the Madman had a Son...
To be continued...
(For those incapable of understanding this, Borris is a victim of the Madman
(He has nothing to do with being his son), the last part is just open for a sequel..Lol.
By the way, this is my first story. Love it bitches!)
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Originally Posted by dj...
