Scarface Diary Of A Madman
(Scarface talking)
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 cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em
I'm confused and I dont 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 doesnt take me serious
But little does he know I'm really losing it
I got a head, but aint no screws in it
I be thinking deep
Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep
I thought it would change when I was older
But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder
Theres 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
Aint no use in trying
We might as all face it we were all born dying
Theres a black book in Brad's hands
And its the diary of a madman
(chorus)
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 cant put the shit behind me
I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I cant find me
I used to be a drug dealer
On the for reala, now I'm a born killer
And it aint no changing me
It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me
To go up to a niggas house
Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his f..cking brains
out
No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya
Cause I'm a f..cking killer by nature
You got an M11, bring your weapon-aca
