Monsters
• Written by AlgorithmXD
AlgorithmXD's Notes
I will get to recording this eventually. Just don't know when so don't ask for an ETA.
This ain't really a rap (by modern definition) so much as it is just me venting to a beat. Suppose that puts it more into the category of poetry. Send me your feedback anyway.
No, none of the claims at the end are a lie, it all happened.
This is my first verse on this site. Expect more to come with recordings, but I'm a slow worker so keep that in mind.
They say there's a monster inside all o' us.
Always fillin' our brains with these dark thoughts.
O' course, it doesn't help that we were taught just
To accept that it's all-right for good moments to have gone wrong, plus
Our psyche's keep droppin' these emotional bombs on us.
And there's no solution that any doctor can offer us.
While we tryna find our way, gettin' tangled on the way thru all manner o' life's prolems.
That's all we are, an intricately delicate web woven by monsters,
That abide by strict codes o' lawlessness.
Some o' the monsters are darker than others.
Mine is terrifyin, there's a big chance that it'll gash yours,
With nothin' to remain but marks left from slashed claws,
Collapsed rubble n' blood splattered on bashed walls.
Damn, I wish I knew what made it possess me, 'cuz it ain't as if it lacks cause.
Wish I could escape it, but it seems that it can beat fast cars.
Wish I could fight it, but it's so one step ahead of me that I can't even act smart.
Sometimes feels like the only option left is clickin' my life icon 'n draggin it into the trash slot.
I did ask for help, asked so much that I'm atheist and I even asked God.
Still, the first thought in my head every day is what it'd be like to be alone with a gun gettin' my blast on.
The colors of the world fade, spent so much time deep in the mind I'm gaspin' as I drown in the doldrums.
The people I trust developed hate and I traded my heart beat for a chip on my shoulders.
I even lost my will, my passion, my drive, and all o' my motives,
I ain't a soldier, but at all times I gotta keep my hands where my weapons are holstered,
The thoughts going through my mind are chillin' my spine n' my back's burdened by boulders,
N' you expect me to perform at my best when I find it hard just meetin' society's quotas?
N' my "friends" do nothin to deserve 'em gettin everythin' I ever dreamed of, man this rigged system is bogus!
You gotta be cautious to not end up as another heartless victim o' the monsters who control us,
Too distracted 'n sad to notice that a piece o' you is missin', that your body is not where your soul is.
The worst part is that some of us who suffer from this are labelled as dangerous, just for askin' for someone to hold us,
We search for summin' to ground us, or for some kinda purpose, but fail 'cause we constantly shiftin' our focus,
We say "The grass is always greener!", "there's better things on the other end!", but that road always leads to bein' hopeless
We think we in charge of ourselves and lead the paths we are on, when in fact it's the monsters that own us.
Get called mad enough and you may actually go nuts
Mood swings are so rushed, life can easily pass by unnoticed
So you miss all o' the moments, but that's just a bonus,
'Cause they always end up wit you in atonement hopin' ery'thin comin up roses
All while fightin emotional wars, battlin impossible opponents
It's like hangin picture frames up in the middles o' donuts
Nah, rather leave that sorta thing to politicians n' "grown-ups".
Despite what I spit, I really ain't violent,
I'd never intentionally hurt a fly, an animal,
A spider, a chick or a guy wit a surprise hit,
I wouldn't even be caught dead lyin to kids,
Even so, when I look in a mirror, I see summin'
With a throat that I'd slit.
Suppose I can count myself lucky though,
That the only thing stoppin me from doin so, is that I'm weak.
My only question is how long will that last?
For real, I'm worried...
'Cuz it's easy to find strength at the bottom of a pill bottle,
Or in the booze spillin' out between the shards of a cracked glass.
For real, when it comes to trauma n' baggage your boy Algo's got the whole package,
From witnessin burglars threatenin' my mom with a pop from a gat blast,
To holdin in my arms the cryin' head of my boo who just got shot by a savage
Even got duped by a girl tryna lure me into a cult when I thought our relationship was headed for marriage
The weight of my mental is heavy enough to make liftin' my head from the pillow a challenge
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AlgorithmXD
Member since October 31 2020