On verse three, this is him when one of his personas possess him and encourage him to gloat and brag about himself, even though in the back of his mind he knew it didn’t have to be this way and he took the wrong path. Then, he explains what happened to make him the way he is, how we was put through torment and horror and how he wanted to escape that. All of the different verses are him, speaking out and from their view. How we’re evil, yet we still strive in ourselves, meaning there is good there somewhere, as shown when he attempts to escape his mind, hell, evil. Whether by force, or by intention, he describes in this song the works of his mind.
This is about one man, with many different personas within him, created at birth, as society forces you to be who you are not. The 9th track and lead single of Gravediggaz' debut album 6 Feet Deep.
#Diarly of a madman skin#
Enter the realms of understanding And take good heed or you could bleed while I’m scannin' Three stages of pure Hell, 16 pages of red cells *Shh* Rain drops hits the pails Path is dull and narrow, you're stalked by a shadow I'll pierce your skull with the fucking arrow So narrow, only one could enter at a time Stuck in the center, read the signs A thousand doors to choose, you better hurry Don’t stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry On your right side there’s fire, your left, deep waters Watch your step, it's deep waters What's that comin' through the floor? It's a claw *pssh* Took his fuckin' ass to the fuckin' core Ahhhh! Stroll through the dark conditions I stone ya till I see sparks of friction I chop ya like a coal miner Then combine the drug and mix it with your blood Some more, I give you some more and watch you crawl Guts hit the floor, worms exit your pores I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe Deep between my thoughts then bust out your skin You scream, portraits of inflictable pain, you can't stand You're up to your hands in quicksand You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth My mental says it's my turn to possess the matter Stab you with a dagger of Jacob's ladder Thoughts become shattered, confused and tragic Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz. The year '84, November, day 10 Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn I realize my ideas have spawned For 400 years of blood sweat and tears I saw the torture, brutal murder of my father So my brain became stained with the horror I'm havin' reoccurring nightmares Of bein' soakin' wet, strapped down to the electric chair I got tackled with handcuffs and shackled and restraint In the bottom of a holy tabernacle They gave me nothin' to eat for two weeks And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn't sleep About to die from thirst, that's when the minister Quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar Upon my wounds, they seasoned me with salt And nailed my hands and feet to the form of a cross Ahh!! I cry as the blood dripped inside of my eye Refusing to die Visions of Hell tormented my fate So I chewed my fuckin' arm off and made an escape (Your arm?! No way, goddammit) (Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca carajo, cono)
#Diarly of a madman full#
Be a witness as I exercise my exorcism The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead I come forth with Gravediggaz and a head full of dread I've been examined ever since I was semen They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon At birth, nurses surrounded me with needles And drugged me all up with the diseases of evil Grew up in Hell, now I dwell in an Islamic temple I’m fightin' a holy war in the mental Look deep in my eyes, you'll see visions of death Possessed by homicide is what I am obsessed Givin' niggas brain dimples Draggin' their asses on my hook by their temples The cause of death is unknown to the cops 'Cause when I kill 'em, I’m not leavin' one element to autopse First I'll assassinate him, and then I'll cremate him Then take all of his fuckin' ashes and evaporate him Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fuckin' bones You try to haunt me, nigga? I ain't tryna hear it Buck! Buck! Buck! I'll give your ass a holy spirit Stressful, try to avoid all my impure thoughts, I am losing my mind And it seems I don’t know what’s true or dream Can you please explain to the court When these problems first began?
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