Therapy in a Freestyle

I'm on my LIAM NEESON, if I'm ever TAKEN
But only way I'm ever taken, is taken for Granted
This is but everything I've ever wanted

I get tested, way goes stress I kill
Way complex I'm ill
Way comp---
(wait, let me do it one more time)

I get tested, aced it, next thing exit
Way complex, no time get wasted
Shoot my shot with an AK
Just so I wreck it, in case I don't make it
Sleep on me better Wake them
Top of my A game, but it really sounds Wack

Are you going to make it with the hype like that
Hype like what, You don't like my style
I'm here for the niggas on top like move
Who said you can sit in my spot
I blew up like wow, "he can rap like that?"
These rappers are like my sons
You ain't got no stance, no plans
No lines, & I ain't proud
You ain't never gonna be like dad
Understand you are clowns
No doubt I might hit it when I shoot my rounds

Forgot I should mention
For my intervention, I'll hold up a lot of resentment
If you ever questioning, my own ambition
I don't want to risk it, I'm dwelling on my intuition
Standing in line and am wishing
If I never chose it, would I ever miss it
Could I ever visit, the times that I found It amusing
& thought about never to lose it

Lately I don't seem invested
My fear Is impatient
& I say that I cannot be tested
I wonder if my blessings are curses
If I trip, then I step on this laces
I'm in a trans like I'm both all the sexes
Get it? Trans, both sexes
I'm bothered by basics
If I'm not impressive I'd say I'm obsessive
Give me a pen I'm aggressive and
I've been nothing but kind
I cannot be wasting my time
I cannot be flexing if I
Stress, second guessing a lot
I lie to myself that I'm fine
I see the vision in mind
If I lose all my focus I'm blind
In the effort of saying I'm protecting my peace
There is a question of pride
If the Music stop, I will eventually die

Motivation is clear
Give the excuse that I'm different
Cuz re-elevation it's there
That's the expression of doubt
I intend to be weird
It might be a question of fear
'life is a victim to time' like 'hope is a friend to despair'
That's a couple of thoughts that am trying to dis-pair
Maybe there is a lesson in there

(Wait)
My emotion is distant, at least I don't feel like I miss out
I'm confined and oppressive
I gave my opinion a lease in a box
Then I said that we're square till I peace out
My struggles are now what compels me to pout
If you ever known pain, then change should have come as a gift
In giving your direction a route
Keeping up trend, is a relevant cousin to clout
But It all look easy to you
Ask what it actually cost
Ask what I've actually lost
& It's taken a toll, and I feel like I'm losing the most
Wasn't exactly forced
I was meant to be walking this path realizing is supposed to be growth
It's okay to be broke
It's alright to be smart, but should never be both

Stick to the ground like a blind person
Cuz If you ain't got no vision then you get a cane
If I get a lane, then am off racing
It's usually quiet when I'm not cursing
I'm here for the count, like am Van Helsing
& I could be gone in a blink
I don't want to drown but I sink
I wanna be high, I want the view inside
I don't wanna die till I peak
I want it quiet, I wanna think
I got to say to my nephew 'Your uncle's a G.'
For this, I can actually bleed
Maybe they're counting on me
& these numbers don't lie but what if a nigga's dyslexic
What if am never going to make it
Why do I feel I'm tested
Thinking of getting my head straight

(I see the view when I'm standing on top of the roof
Feel like I grew up with something to prove
This is but everything I ever wanted
I ever wanted, yeah.)