Therapy Lyrics

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