Therapy Session
Lord only knows the demons that I'm fighting
Battling myself
A gladiator clashing with titans
Sayin what I felt
Most days that I wake up
I feel like dying
But I Got people countin on me
So I gotta keep trying
Listening to Sam cook
He said a change gon come
But Bills due
So imma jug if that change don't come
Circle small
Niggaz tellin me I changed on them
Had to evolve
Shit I couldn't stay the same like them
A Backwood full of pressure
Hope my pipes don't burst
Haters tried applyin pressure
Like my pipe won't work
Ask questions second
Send em to the lord that first
Rather be judged by 12
Than riding 3 deep in a hurst
Keep my composure
Under pressure I'll never fold
Always Trust ya gut
Best advice I was ever told
Sell whatever for a dollar
Jus Never sell ya ya soul
Ask why I seem heated
Cuz this world is so cold
My Family ain't the same no more
My Auntie feedin granny pills
So my love for her gone
We Used to be so close knit
Cousins don't talk no more
So Holidays I stay away
So my pain don't show
Hate em and love em
It's like my heart and mind is conflicting
Especially when I seen momma fight that same addiction
Seein her fallin thru the cracks
Put me in a position
How can I judge When I'm feeding somebodies mothers addiction
What goes around comes around
Yeah that cycle is vicious
Karma will touch what's close to you
Until it's gets your attention
Feelin vindictive
Life throws u jabs
You gotta roll wit em
You got 2 choices
Stick and move
Or ball up and start bitchin
A Man first
For my actions I accept consequences
Tho sometimes
the lessons learned is still beyond comprehension
Selfish decisions
Was made with the purest intentions
So blame my head and not my heart
Im playin cards I was given
Anti depressant flowin out this henny bottle
If I consume enough
Then maybe I can drown my problems
Sittin at home
I Feel alone
Im scared to face tomorrow
Mentally gone
The shit I'm on
Jesus can't solve it
Facin swishers In efforts to try and calm my nerves
Promethazine in pineapple Fanta to cure the urge
Man on my shoulder keep tellin me gon and pull the plug
Noone will miss you
So what the fuck is you waitin on
A Boy forced to be a man
Taught by trail and error
Sometimes don't recognize the face reflectin in the mirror
Sedated haze
It sounds strange
That's when I see the clearest
Spirit broken
Feel hopeless
But remain fearless
Pain in my eyes
Folks tellin me I should pray more
Jesus don't listen
So ain't much for me to pray for
Them Pearly gates don't await me
So I'm at hells door
Just call me crazy
But honestly Im ready to go
Battling myself
A gladiator clashing with titans
Sayin what I felt
Most days that I wake up
I feel like dying
But I Got people countin on me
So I gotta keep trying
Listening to Sam cook
He said a change gon come
But Bills due
So imma jug if that change don't come
Circle small
Niggaz tellin me I changed on them
Had to evolve
Shit I couldn't stay the same like them
A Backwood full of pressure
Hope my pipes don't burst
Haters tried applyin pressure
Like my pipe won't work
Ask questions second
Send em to the lord that first
Rather be judged by 12
Than riding 3 deep in a hurst
Keep my composure
Under pressure I'll never fold
Always Trust ya gut
Best advice I was ever told
Sell whatever for a dollar
Jus Never sell ya ya soul
Ask why I seem heated
Cuz this world is so cold
My Family ain't the same no more
My Auntie feedin granny pills
So my love for her gone
We Used to be so close knit
Cousins don't talk no more
So Holidays I stay away
So my pain don't show
Hate em and love em
It's like my heart and mind is conflicting
Especially when I seen momma fight that same addiction
Seein her fallin thru the cracks
Put me in a position
How can I judge When I'm feeding somebodies mothers addiction
What goes around comes around
Yeah that cycle is vicious
Karma will touch what's close to you
Until it's gets your attention
Feelin vindictive
Life throws u jabs
You gotta roll wit em
You got 2 choices
Stick and move
Or ball up and start bitchin
A Man first
For my actions I accept consequences
Tho sometimes
the lessons learned is still beyond comprehension
Selfish decisions
Was made with the purest intentions
So blame my head and not my heart
Im playin cards I was given
Anti depressant flowin out this henny bottle
If I consume enough
Then maybe I can drown my problems
Sittin at home
I Feel alone
Im scared to face tomorrow
Mentally gone
The shit I'm on
Jesus can't solve it
Facin swishers In efforts to try and calm my nerves
Promethazine in pineapple Fanta to cure the urge
Man on my shoulder keep tellin me gon and pull the plug
Noone will miss you
So what the fuck is you waitin on
A Boy forced to be a man
Taught by trail and error
Sometimes don't recognize the face reflectin in the mirror
Sedated haze
It sounds strange
That's when I see the clearest
Spirit broken
Feel hopeless
But remain fearless
Pain in my eyes
Folks tellin me I should pray more
Jesus don't listen
So ain't much for me to pray for
Them Pearly gates don't await me
So I'm at hells door
Just call me crazy
But honestly Im ready to go
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Weaver Jr.
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