Therapy

No one will ever hear the voices buried within my subconscious Which make me scream obscenities as if I'm obnoxious Forced to write a verse every day Three at the least Until these headaches slowly start to fade and the nightmares cease So I guess apparently the pain keeps tearing me apart But no matter that therapy the mic keeps darin me to start The vicious cycle again People just can't comprehend Why do I slit my wrist with a pen To find out where the rhyme begins It depends On the time of day Or better yet the time of night When I stay up late in frustration or sweet delight So the mixed emotions slowly manifest themselves on the page Eject the rhyme out my mind in a written rage My thoughts draws a blank as the words completely vanish And I smile as the lyrical demons are finally banished Breathing heavily as I empty my thoughts I start to relax But the bars keep forming right back I think I'm having a RELAPSE So it's a beautiful nightmare, or a horrible dream Not every bar I read is as peaceful and serene as it seems Hear the screams in between every line As if my subconscious is clawing at my spine To escape the fate I stare at the ceiling wide awake Because the beast is released in any other state He whispers in my ear with ideas So FOUL But wait I hear him talking to me now So now JB Why you Constantly Tryna sleep on me? Actin like your simpie ass Actually needs some therapy Listenin to these doctors ain't you? Thinkin they get rid of me But never that I will never fade away that easily Your reasoning Is way beyond the boundaries of your mind So you can take this pencil And stick it in his spine The nurse can give it first I'll provide a helpin' hand I got a master plan DOC He's Talkin To Himself AGAIN So they tie me down and force-feed me crushed pills of Ritalin To counter react these shockwaves of adrenaline That bombard my brain It's such a shame This gift is driving me insane How do I tame Or better yet how do I constantly maintain The composer of a saint when I know I need a drink Because the farther from reality the farther I'm in sync Guess my father's mentality got me barfin in the sink And it's hardly meant that way mother fuck what you think So it's a beautiful nightmar or a horrible dream Not every bar I read is as peaceful and serene as it seems Hear the screams in between every line As if my subconscious is clawing at my spine To escape my fate I stare at the ceiling wide awake Because the beast is released in any other state He whispers in my ear with ideas so foul But wait, I hear him talking to me now