I’m A Maniac

Solider with the mind of a Maniac

Never been a gangsta,

But in love with the violence

I try to behave, but seem

To follow the path of

Defiance.

I’m a hypocrite, because

Life is so intricate.

I abbreviated the name

Of my guns every time I

Commit a homicide.

Shoot and reload

Without thinking twice.

I’m always fully loaded

With clips like it’s full metal jacket.

I shoot my rounds and leave the scene

Graphic.

Section eight is what going on

In my head and I’m not militant.

I sacrificed peace, just to see bodies deceased.

I’m notorious; I give people the creeps,

Like crackhead teeth.

In my garage, I got artillery

As if I’m a veteran on Call of Duty.

I don’t need a hitman, I’ll do the job myself.

Have my buddy on my waist

Near the buckle of my belt.

The feeling of the cold steel on my hands.

A addictive feeling no one understands.

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

And I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

and I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

I need a peace plan
Life is cold like Iceland
and thoughts are deep
like the Atlantic Ocean.
I daydream into wonderland
wondering
what’s my lifespan
is it worth more
than the loose change
in my sweatpants.
I’m a positive man
but being broke
provides an appeal that’s blatant.
Blatantly heart becomes vacant
and mind is filthy like a basement
filled with rodents.
Aggressive like a caveman
and brain contemplating
to obtain money in my hands.
I need to get my hands on
A mack ten.
Every man I plan on robbing
since lack of funds have me dehydrating.
I have a belly to feed
and this world is survival of the fittest
and I don’t make enough profit
selling weed
So I must proceed with my
evil scheme.
I wouldn’t be turning into Satan
if life was free
So somebody has to scream
So I can eat.
I robbing people and even their seeds.
Years of being broke made me complacent.
So at midnight I robbed a gas station
without any hesitation.
Pulled out my mack 10
and pointed it at the man
behind the counter.
He pulled the money out register.
My bullet is an eraser
I shot him twice in the face
and now his life is erased.
Satan paid for my soul
through pay pal
and I sold it.
I’m soulless.
If I had twice of what I had
I never would of been infatuated
with gats.
Homicide I didn’t want to commit
but shit, this is it.
I’m like the bubble boy trying to adapt.
Insane like slim shady lyrics
So it’s obvious I snapped.

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

And I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

I rob and kill,

I’m just looking for a meal

I mean well,

But I sold my soul

and I will end up in hell.

As far as living a righteous life

Fuck that oh well

 

Rape Victim

Point of View of Female Victim

 
My body is numb, my vagina is sore.
I had sexual intercourse by force.
I blame myself for this tragedy.
If only I didn’t dress so seductively,
Only if I was dressed more appropriately.
In my own skin, it’s hard for me to feel sexy.
I will forever die single,
I always will have flashbacks, these aren’t your typical issues.

Point of View of Male Victim

I burnt all the clothes, I was wearing at the time.
My manhood now, no longer is mine.
Take from me without permission,
As I’m on my stomach screaming,
not a single eyewitness in sight.
It’s just not right.
I am ashamed and embarrassed that I keep this tragic incident to myself.

Men and Women both get raped.
Rapists are the most hated.
The worst crime,
of all time, but yet
Rape is the most easiest crime to get away with (especially male rape)
Because a lot of victims don’t report it,
Some will even turn to suicide and commit.
This is the point of view of a rape victim