Therapy in My Pen

I don’t need a couch, just a beat and a blank page

Ain’t no white coat, just a mic to explain pain

Talkin’ to the pad like it’s noddin’ its head

Every line a little lighter, every rhyme what I bled

I grew up holdin’ in storms behind a calm face

Now I pour ‘em out in verses like I’m tryna clean slate

Told my story to the page, and it ain’t judge me

It just let me vent every piece of what’s ugly

No appointment needed, just rhythm and release

I find peace in the pocket where the melody breathes

I’m healing in silence, no captions, no trends

Just a broken man spillin’ therapy from my pen

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This my therapy, ain’t no filter when I write

Put my truth in the booth, turn the dark into light

Ain’t no likes, just these lines where I been

I ain’t tryna go viral—just to finally mend

It’s my therapy, when the world don’t make sense

When I’m tired of pretendin’ that I ain’t feelin’ tense

Don’t need to talk it out, I just bleed through the ink

This pen got me breathin’ when I feel like I’ll sink

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I told my daughter, “Daddy’s strong,” but she don’t know

I cry in metaphors so she don’t see me low

I write for the days that I barely held on

And the nights I prayed pain would just pack up and be gone

This ain’t rap—it’s a release, it’s a lifeline

It’s the reason I’m alive and not just online

Told God, “I’m not perfect,” He said, “Son, just write”

So I inked up my flaws and stepped back in the fight

You hear a beat, but I hear years of silence break

Each bar’s a confession that my soul had to make

I’m not lookin’ for applause, just a way not to bend

So I put my faith in the therapy of my pen