Therapy, A Place I Refuse To Go

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 prob'ly 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