Therapy sessions 1.0

It’s hard to know why I’m mad,

Easy to know when I’m not,

I still don’t know where I’m at,

So I control what I got,

I still don’t fuck with my dad,

That nigha did me so bad,

He dared to reach inside his bag,

Wow, I almost got shot,

Sad part is-after that I started playing with glocks,

Release the pain and say my name,

So I know that you care,

They say that hurt people, hurt people,

my suggestion?-beware,

Don’t you ever come near, less you armed and prepared,

I’m taking aim at your ears to kill that noise I hear,

To keep my poise,-I sip that poison,

Til I feel like I’m frozen,

I got a story for ya, listen up,

The outcome is predictable, can change it if you big enough,

I tried to to call god but he ain’t picking up,

Just tell me something new,

I don’t need a lot,

Just enough to get me through,

Sometimes I worry too much,

About silly shit people do,

They taking shots at the king,

But I’m armored and bulletproof

So what you saying nigha?

I been feeling guilty as fuck……

So what you saying nigha?

I been feeling so outta touch…..

So what you saying nigha?!

Sad because I don’t know love…..

……What you really saying?

Truth is…….I’m not that tough………

(I’ve come a long way……..)