History of A Madman

"History of A Madman" is the fourth track from his 2nd studio album Love.

Lyrics
[Verse 1] It's Nix in his chair with a bottle in his hand He's already stumbling but he swallowed some again He gets out of his chair, throws a bottle in the air And then hit this boy, now the boy's lost and scared

He's trembling, feels a sudden urge of adrenaline Letting him know he's not a kid to be messing with He's stressing him, no wonder he's emptied the medicine He's a gentleman, too embarrased to go and tell his friends

So he barricades himself in this room He marinates the pain, embedded with doom He tries to fade away by making his music But page after page he feels hate is just useless

He tries to medicate as he takes a breath He doesn't wanna segregate he'd rather say what's left Yeah you're damn straight that he's planning his death Just take a look at all the evidence on his desk

[Chorus] It's history, it's history, it's giving me, it's giving me Every last drop of fuel in my can It's history, it's history, it's driven me, it's driven me To become a madman

[Verse 2] I remember my black neighbor Jarred We used to always relate as we was raised by one parent He used to ask me "Why do them white dudes fight you?" Like "Shit Richy, they must not like you"

Shit's getting bad dude, both your eyes are black and blue Like "How bad?" "Dude they smack you and harrass you" I'm back in school, they used to jack my food And laughed at my ghetto-ass hat and shoes

I wish I had packed, I'd get that shoots In and out of bully, click-clack and boom But that didn't happen you know I spit What is the truth and what is factual

So I started MC battling, so I be rapping with predominately blacky kids But I guess I was pissing people off They'd always meet me in the park, beat me then leave me in the dark While I'm bleeding and screaming at the stars

[Chorus] It's history, it's history, it's giving me, it's giving me Every last drop of fuel in my can It's history, it's history, it's driven me, it's driven me To become a madman

[Verse 3] I was just a little child taking piano lessons My mom was really proud "God damn, he's progressive" I saw it through the clouds momma, why are you stressing? Like "What's up now, no more piano lessons?"

Momma tell me how cause I can't be guessing Holy cow, can't you answer the damn question As time went by, I still don't know why My daddy disappeared and couldn't provide

Me with the right explanation But I see that he tried his best translation And to me that he's wise, a man embracious Fucking lied I cried, cause I couldn't take it

But eye to eye, I'm prepared to face it I'll leave it all behind cause I can't replace it But it gives me the finest drive and make it So believe in me pops cause I'm courageous

[Chorus] It's history, it's history, it's giving me, it's giving me Every last drop of fuel in my can It's history, it's history, it's driven me, it's driven me To become a madman