Group Therapy

Emotions are a tricky thing
Boys, girls, men, and women
We all feel
All the same, but all in different ways

It's funny though
Despite us all feeling, the world tells us to not
You're sad?
You're mad?
You're lonely?
Well bottle that shit up!
Don't be emotional
It'll cloud your thoughts
Don't show emotions
It'll make you look weak

So we search for a way to cope
Through a poem
Through a run
Through a bottle
Or through a gun

But me and my friends thought differently
We heard what the world told us and said in return
Naw
We'll do our own thing

So we ventured out
We took Shotz in the dark in search of Moore
And as we watched the masses joshing
And the sky turn to Gray
We reached the Hite of our thoughts

We are but a Branch growing out in the Grove of humanity
Just begging to Bea

We are but Mallows
Christening our songs to the broken
There is no need to Kutter down or Duke it out
The Gifford and the delicate all have a seat at our table
Jacks, kings, and queens

The Cordell wove us all together
Drew us into this world not to divide and suppress
But to tip the Scales towards balance

Nichols!
The people triumph
Over how we are supposed to feel and how we are supposed to act
We were told to hide away
But not here
Not with us

We got together to express our emotions
To unapologetically feel them to the fullest
Through rhythm and through melody
What we like to call
Our Group Therapy