Look ain’t no sense in seeking closure Just gotta keep on moving like I’m equip with a motor Can’t talk to no therapist I’m too pissed at these posers Saying there’s a cure acting like Ne-yo tryna get closer When it comes to mental health it’s something I can figure out all by myself Cause if I share the way these voices talk they’ll probably lock me up in a mental ward Gotta move toward the light so like glue won’t get stuck But that’s at least what I try to believe Wanna take a break from work but haven’t earned the time to leave Repercussions of a job that’s underpaid One of the reasons why I’m stressing lately due to what is weighed Why would I put my trust in a therapist like they saved And died up on the cross resurrected from the grave Bottom of the barrel as a mother fucking slave The elites looking down but I smile and I wave Don’t need a diagnosis or medication in doses To numb the deeper issue in the mirror I can address With a pen an pad as I get mad release the root of the stress Tear my room apart break some glass make a mess Symbolic of the pain hidden by the civilized But the window to the soul says it all hear the cries Wailing through the street that shares the trash in the gutter drug ridden hotels and the smell of chicken fried Spiritual battles that need spiritual solutions Lack of a higher presence in most of our institutions is a factor Attractor to summon a fallen angel to follow a weaker vessel inflicting what’s truly painful Therapy is all a facade I need God and the moral support of a loyal squad Therapy is all a facade Rather fight my own battles with the grip of a rod Therapy is all a facade I need God and the moral support of a loyal squad Therapy is all a facade Rather fight my own battles with the grip of a rod

On the murky avenue with cracks all in the road I been jumping over fences into grass that’s never mowed Just another episode nother monotonous day Where the shadow from the sun gives me an anonymous face Water bottles like to model in between the tallest weeds Staring at the filth and how it hurts our human needs The pollution evolution is it something people see Man I’m feeling like I’m Wall-E on a planet people flee Living in the land of destruction Smoke in the air I’m aware of combustion Can I bust in make a change like construction Or is it too late to stop the fate of our consumption Making it hard to look around Trash on the ground an men pretending in night gowns These frowns on the face reflect the sudden change of a broken society that is sicker than the mange On the skin of a dog I rest in the fog Go the other way like runners when they jog Rather be private because the phone keeps log So I sleep in the swamp down by the bull frogs Counteract bring back sophistication Look around and I see the degradation Cause the media got us desensitized With the words and the images marketed to our eyes Don’t blame China not just China Only fans stans paying money for vagina The finer things in life ain’t always good So that’s why I stay content with the rent that is in the hood Look around as I stand in the aftermath Beaten path half paved and there ain’t no staff On a avenue that’s vacant More secret than the job of a agent On the murky avenue with cracks all in the road I been jumping over fences into grass that’s never mowed Just another episode nother monotonous day Where the shadow from the sun gives me an anonymous face Water bottles like to model in between the tallest weeds Staring at the filth and how it hurts our human needs The pollution evolution is it something people see Man I’m feeling like I’m Wall-E on a planet people flee

Another day where it’s mundane Got a hoodie on the head tryna block debris and flee this damn rain Got a phone call from a friend but might say that I can’t hang Cause I don’t go too many places where my pockets can’t gain And these days I ain’t got no thoughts inside my damn brain And he doesn’t either Blame it on too many years of being a slacker and underachiever Priorities fucked up tryna pipe a bitch and roll some reefer How much wood could a wood chuck chuck on some role play shit she could play that beaver But the shit gets old after like five years Wanna switch gears fore the end nears cause a nigga still ain’t seen nothing Same old conversations over the hair that we been brushing or all the weed that we been puffing or which nigga you think is bluffing It’s so exhausting now I see what it’s costing An abundance of new topics we ain’t sharing that very often Same old path that I been crossing but I wanna hitch hike somewhere else Wanna see Rome and wanna see London and the ice cap fore it melts A lot of regrets a lot of regrets chained to my soul so I doesn’t forget Same position as the others around me but only one that it depresses Will he ever progresses Free from all of these stresses Questions I represses These are my confesses See the lifestyle gets so mundane Same clothes same food watch me do it again Living recycled but why the fuck I’m tryna complain I put myself in this position that’s just part of the game It’s probably what I get for being lazy I ain’t depressed it’s just my environment don’t amaze me Searching for a new excitement far from making babies Switching up the mundane before it drive me crazy So I tell myself everyday that I can’t get use to this I’m the man around these parts so I’m not too good with submissiveness If I have a break down for an untold reason would you get to the gist Environmental factors making it feel like your trapped in abyss If it don’t fit the criteria why the hell would you just wanna settle Socioeconomical rebel Tryna fight to a whole new level Slip my way inside through a crack in the door No hand outs I ain’t begging for more Like a homeless nigga on the side of the road with his bed on the floor Can’t get stuck in the slot of a minion Better know your worth like Genesis said gotta have the dominion over the fish and the birds Tryna watch my words cause the English language filled with spells that will have you curse yourself for seconds and thirds Talking about demon time Boy I’m on that scheming time And you good with ramen noodles But I’m tryna wine and dine And if it ain’t alkaline then nigga your out your mind And don’t let a low self esteem make you forget that your fine See the lifestyle gets so mundane Same clothes same food watch me do it again Living recycled but why the fuck I’m tryna complain I put myself in this position that’s just part of the game It’s probably what I get for being lazy I ain’t depressed it’s just my environment don’t amaze me Searching for a new excitement far from making babies Switching up the mundane before it drive me crazy

Who you tryna set aside All this money that I spent on you girl I need a r.o.i Who you tryna set aside All this money that I spent on you girl I need a r.o.i Return on investment Analyze the situation make assessments Bringing the proof I got receipts and refreshments for the reference just in case you had forgot All the things that I bought Valuable to you I’m really not If that’s the case I’m breaking in like swat and bringing the precious metals right back to the pawn shop It’s sad that it reached to the end of the course Did what I did I don’t have no remorse All the black mail and the rumors Information that I’m hearing man I wonder what’s the source And of course I could pick you out a line up But I ain’t even tryna mess with the cops Mess with the opps Charge it to the game so I know for next time when I’m setting up shop An I lost a lot of time should’ve knew that you was jealous Niggas hating when they see that you are zealous Try to put em on game so ashamed when they turning back round act rebellious An I can peep your insecurities A lack of discipline yea most certainly Getting mad an tarnishing what we had but I promise that it’s hurting you more than it’s hurting me No longer a kid Taking risk with the money an I’m making a bid Keeping dibs keeping tabs keeping track of my progress knowing that you used to be part of the freaking process Out growing foes like clothes Different kinda frequency an it shows Should’ve kept up but your big headed acting like your balling you ain’t make it to the pros Who you tryna set aside All this money that I spent on you girl I need a r.o.i Who you tryna set aside All this money that I spent on you girl I need a r.o.i R.o.i R.o.i

I been tryna turn my wrong into a right But I don’t think that I can change it overnight Wasn’t out of hate or out of spite I get in trouble when I do not wanna fight Avoiding everybody in this life An on the outside I’m not that polite But ima be okay and be alright Do you think that I can change it overnight Go to sleep and pray that when I wake I ain’t the same In the deepest part of me I wanna make a change My identity is contradicting to my name Holding back my inner beast an acting like I’m tame Damn but with that an issue can arise Try to be too nice and people still decode the lies And sometimes I break my character like hey surprise One two three four five more times I must apologize Damn now I’m showing who I really am In a moment that’s confusing will they understand Pick myself from off the floor in hopes of one more chance Overnight a miracle can make us all advance Don’t beat yourself up now any more than you can handle Cause the first step in preventing a fire is remembering to blow out every candle Everything is temporary Perception doesn’t last forever You will make the changes that must be made Nothing is permanent I been tryna turn my wrong into a right But I don’t think that I can change it overnight Wasn’t out of hate or out of spite I get in trouble when I do not wanna fight Avoiding everybody in this life An on the outside I’m not that polite But ima be okay and be alright Do you think that I can change it overnight