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
Deep!
Thank you!
This post reminded me of the music my boyfriend listens too.
Oh thats good lol
This was one of my darker poems
Lol! I know