Speak No Mc: A Story Of Insanity Poem by Sam Tackett

My insanity has been makin a comeback
singlehandedly (no help from me)
bringin itself back from the brink
it tears away at me, ya see?
my insanity isnt what it was before
seems to've gone through a journey
gotten itself outta the deepest of lores
switched itself completely around,
and made an ohmygod into town
it used to be caused by drugs
it was the lowest of the dregs
and it had my mind pegged

(chorus)

but what is this?
its seems to have escaped
it isnt very fake anymore
not brought on by rage and the coke on the floor
its roamin around loose
this is why i forever scream
'SPEAK NO MC'

its rippin through the ranks of the recently deployed
their screams further increase the volley
it echoes through the valley, collective as one
followed by the rat-a-tat-tat of they guns
was it a preplanned suicide?
i think not, it was the instant realization in they minds
that they wasnt comin back, so they had to visualize their own attack
and turn it on themselves, ill tell ya this though,
the screams as they died forever echo in my mind
while i sit in my darkened corner, rockin back and forth
slammin my fists in the floor
while the police run through the door
is this what i stayed alive for?

(chorus)

haha, no, ya kidding me?
im already in my eternal sleep
soon as i heard the sirens, i injected myself
with various drugs id never seen
they walked in on a bloody mess of needles and gore
with my cold, lifeless body spread out on the floor
did you think my mind was gone yet?
no, the one thing i couldnt destroy
the first thing it tore through was the mind of the weakest and youngest boy
his pyschological defenses were weak, they had no defense
against its own strongest offence
he screamed and fell down to his knees,
i gotta wonder though
was he thinkin of me?
while his hand in a claw, vicegripped on the pistol at his belt
you tell me: was there any pain felt?
the bullet flew through the kids head
and tore itself through my pitiful excuse for a bed
after that, they fell one by one,
tearin through the masses
of all but the already too far gone
to be of any help
their pain had already been felt
and put through the test of time

(chorus)

gotta ask you: was it a crime?
it was something i couldnt control, i swear ;)
just remember, its still rippin through the air
waitin to embed itself
deep in the lair that is your thoughts
remember, billions have already fought
and they f***in failed
stay inside, and maybe it wont find you
TONIGHT

(chorus)