Therapeutic

Heard so many lies I can't believe the truth
Somethings that I done seen are unbelievable
I left it up to God and never needed proof
Most get left up in that dark I took the scenic route
Therapeutic
Heard so many lies I can't believe the truth
Somethings that I done seen are unbelievable
I left if up to God and never needed proof
Most get left up in that dark I took the scenic route
Life flashes and never lasts
I still see them lights in my memory from that crash
Feeling like some garbage my brother was driving trashed
Two pounds to the chest and peace sign when I pass
Hollywood and Westwood ave
I wish it all was an act
But it built some character thats always a fact
But cuz I miss my brother in a physical aspect
I know the spirituals there but I'm so sick of the past tense
Flashbacks that I get
I miss and wish I could have that
Its like heavens got experiments and he was the lab rat
Everyday I wake I say hello to him
Then affirmations coping through this loneliness

Writing all these notes up in my pad (Therapeutic)
Smoking all this weed until it ash (Therapeutic)
The energy in these memories is creating enemies
I gotta get away from my past (It's therapeutic)
Writing all the notes up in my pad (Therapeutic)
Smoking all this weed until it ash (Therapeutic)
The energy in these memories is creating enemies
I gotta get away from my past

Memories
Mini me's
Little me's that grew up
I want to thank my family for the things that I knew
Things that I know
Life and all it would show
'Cause every flower that you plant might not be able to grow
Incidents from accidents families collapsing in
But so much understanding develops from things happening
We can't help but be emotional we human beings
And I love you cuz death ain't what it seem
Compare it to a dream
Darkness but it's still there
It feel far away but its really still here
People disconnect their own connections
Thought kills power is perception
We'll always be together
Anthony can he be anything other than seven
Heaven is the presence I give
The family divinity is energy
Seven is the number
Love is the tendency
Rest in peace the real number seven

Writing all these notes up in my pad (Therapeutic)
Smoking all this weed until it ash (Therapeutic)
The energy in these memories is creating enemies
I gotta get away from my past (It's therapeutic)
Writing all the notes up in my pad (Therapeutic)
Smoking all this weed until it ash (Therapeutic)
The energy in these memories is creating enemies
I gotta get away from my past



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Writer(s): Dimitri Rago
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