Therapy, A Place I Refuse To Go

Look ain't no sense in seeking closure
Just gotta keep on moving like I'm equip with a motor
Can't talk to no therapist I'm too pissed at these posers
Saying there's a cure acting like Ne-yo tryna get closer
When it comes to mental health it's something I can figure out all by myself
Cause if I share the way these voices talk they'll prob'ly lock me up in a mental ward
Gotta move toward the light so like glue won't get stuck
But that's at least what I try to believe
Wanna take a break from work but haven't earned the time to leave
Repercussions of a job that's underpaid
One of the reasons why I'm stressing lately due to what is weighed
Why would I put my trust in a therapist like they saved
And died up on the cross resurrected from the grave
Bottom of the barrel as a mother fucking slave
The elites looking down but I smile and I wave
Don't need a diagnosis or medication in doses
To numb the deeper issue in the mirror I can address
With a pen an pad as I get mad release the root of the stress
Tear my room apart break some glass make a mess
Symbolic of the pain hidden by the civilized
But the window to the soul says it all hear the cries
Wailing through the street that shares the trash in the gutter drug ridden hotels and the smell of chicken fried
Spiritual battles that need spiritual solutions
Lack of a higher presence in most of our institutions is a factor
Attractor to summon a fallen angel to follow a weaker vessel inflicting what's truly painful

Therapy is all a facade
I need God and the moral support of a loyal squad
Therapy is all a facade
Rather fight my own battles with the grip of a rod
Therapy is all a facade
I need God and the moral support of a loyal squad
Therapy is all a facade
Rather fight my own battles with the grip of a rod