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    Posted: 31 March 2008 at 1:57pm

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  • McWoods
  • Freeda5thDawg
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  • Lines = 16
  • All Verses Due In By Monday 7th April - PM Them To Me, Entitled 'Round x - Battle x'
  • Votes Will Commence As Soon As The Verses Are Up, In A Seperate Thread Which I Will Link To. Voting Will End On Monday 14th April, And The Two Emcees With The Most Votes Will Go Through.
  • All 4 Verses Will Be Dropped Anonymously In This Thread At The Same Time.
  • Topic = There's an alcoholic in your household. It can be you, or a family member.

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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 08 April 2008 at 11:12am
Originally posted by Verse 1 Verse 1 wrote:


"A boy named John is at a party and he just called his dad to come pick him up because hes had something to drink and doesnt want to drive"
 
I Dial The 7 Digits,Ask Dad To Pick Me Up He Sais He Can Make It
Little Do I Know,Im Not The Only One Thats Intoxicated
 
*The Drunk Father Picks Up His Keys And Starts The Car*
 
You See My Father Has Been A Casaulty To A Disaster
Mom Died In Early In 05..And Hes Been Drunk Everyday After
A Bottle Numbs The Pain,And Memory's Fade To Black
Dreadfull Nightmares,And Wishing He Could Take Her Back
A Car Crash Claimed Her Life,And Stole His Humanity To
Its Sad When You Know His Only Fammilies You
So I Cant Get Pissed Off When He Doesnt Stay Sober
Just Continue To Stay True,And Pray One Day It'll Be Over
 
*John Steps Out To The Curb Because He See's His Dads Car*
 
Walking Towards The Curb Im Strugglin To Stay On My Feet
I Hit The Edge And Fall Head On In The Streets
Dad Doesnt See,Hits Me Causing Life Ending Injury's
Cops Slap The Cuff's On Him,And He's In Tears Cuz Of What He Did To Me
Pleaded Guilty To D.U.I. In Court,Shamfully Being Honest
Served Life In Jail With His Son's And Wifes Death On His Concience!


Originally posted by Verse 2 Verse 2 wrote:



Hello, I’m Steve Jones, let me tell you the story of my life
had a good business, great kids and a glorious wife…
but soon she became depressed…..turned to a bottle of jack
the hatred, the arguments, I wish I could take a lot of it back
local families and neighbours, wishin’ they hadn’t befriended
they heard, and where shocked, couldn’t believe the marriage had ended
when I’d see the drink. Id pull out my hair, it wasn’t fair
see the more that was consumed…the more she wasn’t there..
it was tough on the family, the fightin’ is hell
n’ the pain of a parent, spending a drunken night in the cell…
the humiliation I couldn’t take, the rejection of my wishes it seems
the embarrassment of it all, puttin’ an end to my politician dreams….

”why would she do this…”

no love was shown, so I  felt all alone
the kids seemed to visit mum, more than they'd stay at home
"see before it all happened, I would have said I had it all
so why did my wife's suicide....... lead me to alcohol"



Originally posted by Verse 3 Verse 3 wrote:



Alcoholic? Nah, I just drink to the depths of night,

Rejected life, beer cans in my left and right,

Family and friends... well, they're just not around,

Just couldn’t stand the fact, I never put the bottle down,

A blurry haze, I struggle to see what’s in front of me,

I’m not totally alone; Jack (Daniels) & Jim (Bean) keep me company,

Endless damage to my liver, it’s cast as abuse,

The drink comes in a bottle; a glass has no use,

Vodka on my breath, it’s true that I stink son,

My only worry in life? Where I'll get my next drink from,

I’m a total joke, now in deep depression,

Then have a few drinks, a normal mans weekly session,

And I keep ingesting, I never cease to persist,

Like a Siren it calls me, I’m too weak to resist,

Now this addiction's become me, I’m a victim of gluttony,

I'll put a gun to my head and end this sickness abruptly!

 


Originally posted by Verse 4 Verse 4 wrote:


It’s been so many months since she threw up - Drunken and bruised- -
A mother of two was covered in brew and loving it too- -
Then I’d run from the dude she’d fuck who’s punching us too- -
Touching and screwed us up - While she drunk and just viewed...
Something this cruel - Now I’m up and just look...into her eyes- -
Nimble from wine - Crippled her mind so much - Kids went to hide- -
Living a life - Where she only hugged bottles of beer- -
Gargles the Smirnoff while she wobbles in tears- -
She tells me it’s the only way to wash all the fears- -
All of the years I saw the alcohol consumed and cock in her rear- -
She’s probably smeared with so much aids, I think...
Her way to sink that statement is a game that makes her drink- -
I hate her, see...Always wished I got away from all the pain- -
Saw the rain fall when the bottle popped my brain- -
She never stopped and changed - Looking back-n-it’s clearer- -
I see myself in her - Wishing I could shatter this mirror...




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