The Psychiatrist

So ugly and unknown
It's so lonely on this thrown
Sipping on this jack man my mind is so far gone
Feeling like I'm Jack, and I'm sinking down this hole
Maybe this will be the last time that you hear this last sad song
Looked at my life it ain't nothing but a tragedy
Looked in the mirror man guess whose looking back at me
I don't know this nigga so I guess it's just a fallacy
Oh wait yea that's me
Man this shit is maddening
Looking in the mirror and you don't know who that person is
Last time I fucking checked I was still a fucking kid
Living in my parents house
Still taking the trash out
Now I'm a grown man and I'm ready to tap out
Demons grabbing at my soul and I don't know what to do
So I'm Praying to my lord but my God's a Jew
So these demon ass thoughts they are the clue
To the destruction imma cause man I hope you like the view

Ok Trigga that sounded kinda harsh
Words are a double edge and yours are sharp
Sit back, relax and speak your heart
Im Your shrink so u gotta let me play my part
Now you say that your life has been nothing but tragedy
But all I gotta say is that's some blasphemy
You're really living in a world created by a fantasy
What about loved ones friends and family

Ok doc let me stop you right there
This ain't a fantasy it's a nightmare
You think I want to live in a world so unfair
Come into my mind and live in despair
You talk about my friends but where are they at
They steady go up and down like a thermostat
They live high and mighty like a fucking aristocrat
Now on to family
In my calamity
Showed no sympathy
Instead all that apathy
It broke me to my anatomy
Fucked up mentality

But Trigga

Wait I even ain't done yet
I'm dropping this shit like I got bomb threats
Put ya ass to sleep like a couple Percocet
And throw it all up cuz yo stomach upset
Cuz it's too much to handle and that's why I'm here
Laying on this couch cuz I needed an ear
I don't know what to do so I entered the fear

I get it trigga but you gotta understand
They arent obligated to lend you a hand
Gotta know that things don't go as planned
Just got to make the best of your given circumstance
Trigga you got to accept the blame
The fact you don't know this is a bloody Shame
It makes me no difference cuz you're all the same
You're here so that I can help you out
But I can't do that if you just moan and pout
No need to worry you'll figure it out
You're making good progress no need to checkout
Look at the the time is the end of session number one
Two more sessions and then we'll be done
I'm trying to get my point across without getting outdone
This is why we have one on
So that I can pass the baton
So that you can carry on
But it all depends upon
Whether or not you want to carry on
So carry on my weyward son
But until next time
Try to be smooth, you hear slime