It's Okay To Not Be Okay (feat. Burnt Bakarak, Sankofa, Ardamus & Wade Wilson)

I feel like I'm starting to loose my grip
Am I doomed to a fate of the socks with the grip
Shut it down, I need to bar out for a grip
And bring light to my set like I'm the new grip
I'm going through the process of starting to process
All of the love and all of the losses
A slave to time, my words be on a watch list
If Jay made the song cry, I put it in the hospice
Nonsense, what the world's comprised of
Watch the playback, course correct, and wise up
Yeah, I might've lost the fight
But I refuse to lose the war out of spite
Focus, I ain't afraid of vulnerability
Adding empathy and patience to my list of abilities
And all these ideas are just an extended way to say
It's okay to not be okay

The world is cruel my friend, but self pity's for foolish men
Sometimes, it's sifting through the wreckage make it new again
Some proof of zen inside a garden where the rake is broken
So I trace the path, making raps and stay devoted
Some major moment that seems like nothing until it happens
The swill is madness combative added with filth that's savage
I tilt the axis by my neck, adjust the view point
Far beyond seeking any reach to reap a few coins
Take a breath to find myself renewed new poise
I'm a rapper, teacher, runner, plus a dad of two boys
The transporter back and forth to school and all of that
A nerve bundled in a ball of wax, but I'll adapt
Acknowledge that what I did today can be improved
And that's every single facet here, indeed it's true
Shout out to Joel Frieders never DOA
We go say that it's okay to not be okay

I said alright, alright, alright no Kevin Hart
From the crowd, I'm set apart
I can't be around too many people at the moment
There's no tomorrow for the sorrow, that I borrow, so I'm told I own it
Fronting to my pops, life ain't so bad mama
I'm getting loaded while I'm triggered by my past traumas
Reloaded blank memories, thank Hennessy
Say vividly those who hurt, can't remember me
But I remember them and get hardcore with them
Return of The Mack, change my name to Mark Morrison
Start to sort them in a pile of bodies, I wanna catch them
We can talk about it but I know you'll start deflecting
I'm not the smartest regardless quite true
I'm trying to work it out build emotional IQ
Until I get a headache and stop the brain rotting
Seeing figures my past in my bed like its Trainspotting

Amber colored chemical containers
While church members say I need prayer to saviors
Group therapy later, players and haters
Judge my released papers
Behavior risk taker, paranoia shaker,
Like a punch to the baby maker
Tales from the day room, face my fears at high noon
Depressed playing MF DOOM
YouTube streaming, inner screaming, consumed, orderly goons
Flew over cuckoos nest, pain tattooed to chest, for the weary no rest
Mental state anyone's best guess, still manages hustle and finesse
While extremely stressed, finally rest
Under sleep sweet caress, forward regressed, confessed, last test
Repressed through my latest stage set, and way too upset
Watching the Jets, on any given Sunday
Even if I'm fly enough for runway
Still wanna jump with no bungee
Get funky like kid n play, I must say
It's okay not to be okay