Chords for Diary Of A Madman

_ _ 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 can't make it by myself, maybe you can help me solve it.
I'm [Bb] confused and I don't know what to do.
I'm hoping you can help me cause there's no one else to talk to.
I wanna 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 doesn't take me serious.
But [Bb] little does he know I'm really [Abm] losing it.
I got a [Bb] head but ain't no screws in it.
I be thinking deep.
That's one of the reasons at night I can't sleep.
I thought it would change when I was older.
But even now I'm still creeping over my shoulder.
Is there life after death too?
Ain't one above a nigga with a cane and a black suit.
Ain't one above cancer.
Too many motherfucking questions and not enough answers.
Ain't no use in trying.
We might as well face it.
We were all born giant.
There's a black book in Brad's hand.
And it's the diary of a madman. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Dear diary, the day I hit a nigga with a torch.
Shot him in his face and watched him die on his front porch.
Left his family heartbroken.
Flashbacks of him wearing the Sweden with his eyes open.
I can't put the shit behind me.
I know I'm here somewhere but I can't find it.
I used to be a drug dealer.
On the for real.
But now I'm a born killer.
And it ain't no changing me.
It used to be hard but now it ain't no threatening me.
So go up to a nigga's house.
Put a pistol in his mouth.
And blow his fucking brains out.
No doubt if it's costing I'ma take you.
Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature.
You got an M11 bringing weapons.
I got an AK-47.
It's gonna be a bloody Sunday.
Cause you're fucking with a nigga like Bundy.
And I was taught not to kill.
Like a Vietnam hit with a thousand yard step.
So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga.
Red run and I'ma be the grave digger.
And if you want a cap come cap me.
I'll treat you happy like my great grandpappy.
Just watch for the chrome in my right hand.
My second entry from the diary of a mad man. _ _
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Dear diary, help me cause some friend.
Sometimes I think I'm going schizophrenic.
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 footsteps of danger.
It's a long path ahead of me.
I gotta get somewhere.
Cause everybody here scared of me.
I had a job but they fired me.
My wife walked out.
Now I'm living in my time.
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