Deep Depression

I remember them days of feeling like my mind is so twisted
Of taking these drugs and being so distant
And ever since my grandfather died
My whole life done shifted
And now I'm reminiscing about the beginnings, yeah, yeah

You rapping 'cause you want it
I'm rapping 'cause I need it
This music shit to me is therapy
It's like a treatment
I swear on everything you'll look at me different
Just if only you knew how I was treated
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We follow the innovators and not the imitators
Yeah, you've been a traitor
But you don't know shit about that garbage pilling up so much
Sooner or later you gotta throw it out in the incinerator
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Man, I'm really scared
It's so crazy how life still goes on without you here
And all the people you loved eventually disappears
So over the years from all of my emotions
Physically, I'm not really here

Nipsey was the blueprint and he laid it out
I wonder if I speak the truth, are they gon' take me out?
Last time I was comfortable, I almost didn't make it out
A torn Achilles like Kobe, I had to play it out
When I was four, five, six niggas was rolling them dice
And selling their souls not knowing, it was bought with a price
If you're ahead on that scorecard, don't get caught by the right
I just wanna come home and tell my pops goodnight

Lost the people I love, God I think I get the message
Mistakes are never forgiven, if you ain't learn your lessons
But I overcame it and now everything is a blessing
Hold on, wait, I wanna make a confession
Why do we gotta die just to see heaven?
Is it because it's the higher essence?
Well, this is what I go through thinking through my deep depression, depression (yeah)

If the sky is the limit then let us fly
Like how the police gone gun us down in the street and just let us die
You got read bedtime stories
My mom used to sang me lullabies, that's word to Shakur
I don't wanna see my momma cry
In the hood, you gotta improvise
Angels in the snow but to me, there was only butterflies
If it's highlighted, you gotta make it home
Before the lights come on 'cause you the underline

It's not about what you say
It's what you gotta say
You handed out the cards you dealt, so now you gotta play
If you bite the hand that feeds you
It's like thanksgiving, and you're without a plate, yeah, yeah

These days it's not what you are
It's what you might be
Oh, sugar honey, ice tea
Low-key, I'm feeling high key
I gotta New York state of mind
Yeah, I'm something like Spike Lee, a high bill

Lost the people I love God I think I get the message
Mistakes are never forgiven, if you ain't learn your lessons
But I overcame it and now everything is a blessing
Hold on, wait, I wanna make a confession
Why do we gotta die just to see heaven?
Is it because it's the higher essence?
Well, this is what I go through thinking through my deep depression, depression, yeah
Thinking through my deep depressions