Explicit Prescription

Say hello to Ten City Man (TCM). If you are offended by curse words and explicit themes, don't read.

"Hey, uh, I'm here to pick up my pills."

"Do you have a prescription for that sir?"

"Nah, girl. I ain't got nothin'."

"Well, I need to see a doctor's prescription."

"Ok, gimme a sec."  

[Pulls out gun]

Dark, dark writings, yeah I'm

all marked up with these lines.

And these lines stand behind

me and just pay the fines.

They stand with their own kinds

while I shout the loud signs

and we let loose these rhymes

that blow all of their minds.

No more mister nice guy.

Why should I ever try

to please all of my critics

when I get upset? This s**t, it's

making me go crazy

and life is just hazy

so I grow some daisies

on top of all your lazies.

Half-assing your job

because your just one blob.

Don't take care of your family

so don't talk, full of your vanity.

I'm sick of hearing about you,

sick of living with your shoe

coming down to smack me back

when I just want to attack

with my words you won't let me say.

This is my day! This is my day!

Don't try to hold me down again

because I have already been

in that situation. No,

you cannot stop me. I'll go

to the end of the f*****g world

to save my people who with me whirled

as life threw us all about.

I will continually shout

all of my insanity

mixed in with my profanity.

Sorry, if I offend you. 

Trust me, I'm almost through.

Someday I will come back,

with a classical poem attack.

I will be who I once was.

Then I will continue 'cause

I know we all need me.

Most of all, I need me.

To be who I should be.

No matter what I should be

I continue to be free.

No matter how freely I see

the world my dad does not agree.

I see what he hopes to see in me.

He thinks I'm a rebel, rebellious, overall bad.

But he is the one that gave me that flame! Dad,

by all of your "protecting" and cover

I found myself growing even closer to my mother.

She works her butt off everyday to care

about me and our family. There

is so much I want to say,

but I cannot because you'll ground me for days!

I'm crying here, I'm sobbing, I just want to go

back to the time period I used to know.

When I was a little kid, full of blind faith.

Now, I'm only just in the eighth

grade but it feels like I'm centuries old.

I'm gone through so many years while I mold

into a man I don't want to become!

I just want to be happy with you and mum!

Why do you keep hurting me so?

Don't you understand, don't you know

I used to want to be like you!

I followed you around to do what you do

until that fateful day when you

became a different person through

some experience you decided to try.

What was it? Why did you die

on the inside when you came home?

Why did you build up a solid dome

to shut out everybody who you loved?

You call yourself a Christian, a pastor. "Beloved."

That's what my f*****g name means

but I don't feel it at all! Machines

feel more love than I do!

This s**t you put me through

is driving me to places

that I do not want. Faces

from my memory haunt me.

Everything I see daunts me.

I'm lieing! 

I'm crying, 

and overall dieing!

Somebody help me make it!

My life is lost so take it!

I'm on my way to my f*****g shack

but this ain't over. I'll be back. 

Author's Note

You all, who read this, keep in mind this poem is directed towards people in my everyday life and is not at all about anyone on here. I love all of you and you give me the opportunity to vent my feelings without being looked down upon. To all of my people who help me through my problems and who stand with me, you all are the best. I let out my emotions in bad ways, sometimes, but I am who I am. This was about my dad and my family issues. I'm sorry if you took it personally in any way.

Reviews

[Maumil Mehraj]

Nelson Mandela said, "it creates such depths of oppression, to create such heights of character"
I am not aware of your issues neither am I going to comment on them. But what pleases me is that you've converted your problems into a piece of art.
Keep that up!

[Not here]

thank you :) as long as i have problems, i will

[Maumil Mehraj]

Write in happy times as well... :) wish you all the luck

[613]

Now THIS is a freaking poem, sir! Bravo! Seriously. Maybe it's because I have issues with my own father or maybe I was just searching for something else to read tonight. Either way, you should be proud of yourself. Although I'm sorry for the situation between you & your family issues, realize that without them, you wouldn't be the person you are today & wouldn't be inspired to write things like this to help you through those issues. (You could also view it as a tool to sympathize with others regarding their own hardships). Think of every situation, every person, as a writing opportunity in the making; that's what I do & it truly helps me out tremendously. Especially when I'm having a sucky day . . . or week . . . Anyway, keep up the fantastic work! (& again, I definitely feel you channeling Eminem here. If you have any talent with music/rapping, maybe get into that?) Creativity is the best way to deal with difficult issues!

- Brittney

[Not here]

thank you brittney :) i really appreciate your reviews and ill try to check out more of your work in return

[613]

Aw, thanks so much! (& you're welcome!)

[closed]

this was very emotive
it's clear you have alot of pent up emotions involving your parents...

perhaps emotions they don't have the chance to really see

this is why writing is so important for an artist
because sometimes this is the only way for us to face the problems we hide from the world

deeply written


-Dream

[Not here]

thank you dream, and i agree 100 percent

[Saddam]

some experience you decided to try.
What was it? Why did you die
on the inside when you came home?

Its daily day life...
great write friend.

[Not here]

thank you very much :)