Look at that cover.

Not even accounting for the loss of Bushwick’s eye or back-story, you can feel the uncomfortableness in the photo.

Discomfort is the theme of the album, specifically on MPTOM

The eerie slowed down sample of Isaac Hayes’ ‘hung up on my baby’.

Scarface starts it sitting alone staring at candles, suicidal thoughts, nosebleed inducing migraines, and an extreme case of paranoia.

What type of confessional ultra realism rap of this?

Willie D tunes it down here and weaves his tale of money making hood murdering hustler, immediately contrasting it with the downside of this vocation, he almost kills three Nana’s in a car because of it.

Back to ‘Face’s confessional, possibly the most depressing bars ever written.

Day by day it’s more impossible to cope, I feel like I’m the one that’s doing dope
Can’t keep a steady hand because I’m nervous,
every Sunday morning I’m in service
Praying for forgiveness, And trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is looking at me, But yet and still it’s hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive, Having fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I’m worry-free, but that’s bullshit
I got a little boy to look after, And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me, But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit, But to me she was just another bitch
Now she’s back with her mother
Now I’m realizing that I love her
Now I’m feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me

Shit.

Bushwick sums it up it with his defining Chuckie persona verse;  while robbing children for Halloween sweets he fights and drops muhfuggin b’s on a 6 or 7 foot tall dream creep to no avail. Just hallucinations and lacerated knuckles.

The greatness of this song, every depressing spin is cathartic.

Houston knew.

Thank you Geto Boys.