Diary of a Madman

Yo anybody seen my diary? Oh, there it is I gotta write this shit down Check it out Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem I can't make it by myself, maybe you can help me solve 'em I'm confused and I don't know what to do I'm hoping you can help me, 'cause there's no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain't for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I'm delirious And I drink too much, so he doesn't take me serious But little does he know I'm really losing it I got a head, but ain't no screws in it I be thinking deep That's one of the reasons at night I can't sleep I thought it would change when I was older But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder There's your life after death too And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? And what about cancer? Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers Ain't no use in trying We might as all face it, we were all born dying There's a black book in Brad's hands And it's the diary of a madman Dear diary, today I hit a nigga with a torch Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch Left his family heartbroken Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open I can't put the shit behind me I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I can't find me I used to be a drug dealer On the for reala, now I'm a born killer And it ain't no changing me It used to be hard, but now it ain't nothing to me To go up to a niggas house Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya 'Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature You got an M11, bring your weapon Huh, I got an AK-47 It's gonna be a bloody Sunday 'Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy And I was taught not to kill Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand-yard stare So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga Red rum and I'ma be the grave digger And if you want to cap, come cap me I'm trigger-happy like my great-grandpappy Just watch for the chrome in my right hand My second entry from the diary of a madman Dear diary, help me 'cause I'm frantic Sometimes I think I'm going schizophrenic The world's looking dark for instance Maybe 'cause I'm looking from a distance But then again I wear a blindfold Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed To myself, I'm a stranger Walking in the footsteps of danger It's a long path ahead of me I gotta get somewhere 'cause everybody here is scared of me I had a job, but they fired me My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary