My Therapy

Here I am, here I am, man with the master plan Nah just kidding fam', nah I ain't wit' it man I'm not a freak in the sheets, I'm a geek I sit in my seat, and I stare at the screen But not doing any complicated calculations Just feeling strangulation, not a rap sensation And none of yall really gotta' be scared of me Don't you know I'm just doing this for therapy My mind boggles sometimes wit' schizo' rhymes And I'm just trying to find a way to keep it lime To keep it under control, the soul is always holed But them holes can be filled with something, like Christs mold The times are changing lets go What was wrong, yeah now it ain't cold People think they all knowing, but they don't see the true death row Screw the dope, off that good dopamine Screw the smoke, straight in the striatum Like a fat bump of powder, coke Therapist prescribed sertraline, escitalopram All u need to do is turn up some rap or some slow jams The feelings you can get are indescribable Like thinking living a normal life can be viable The chills can be stilled, empty bones can be filled The horrors I feel, dark thoughts can be killed Still pray to God, 'cuz the music can't always cut it Like when you try make a meal on a budget So let's close our eyes and put our hands together Sing Kumbaya and we'll all feel better The times are changing lets go What was wrong, yeah now it ain't cold People think they all knowing, but they don't see the true death row