[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 fucking brains out

No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya

Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature

You got an M11, bring your weapon

Huh, I got an AK-47

It's gonna be a bloody Sunday

Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy

And I was taught not to kill

Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare

So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga

Redrum and I'ma be the grave digger

And if you want to cap, come cap me

I'm trigger happy like my great-grandpappy

Just watch for the chrome in my right hand

My second entry from the diary of a madman



[Chorus]



Dear diary, help me cause I'm frantic

S-sometimes I think I'm going schizophrantic

The world's looking dark for instance

Maybe cause I'm looking from a distance

But then again I wear a blindfold

Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed

To myself I'm a stranger

Walking in the foot steps of danger

It's a long path ahead of me

I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me

I had a job but they fired me

My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary