Fuck these feelings we just bury 'em until anxiety
Creep up on 'em in the darkness toying with our psyche
I think we need a change of scenery it's time to sight see
Direct my people do the right thing I feel like Spike Lee
But what the fuck is right and wrong what is good and bad
I just sing a song from this pen and pad
Where do we belong we on a troubled path
Need a future bag
Rap in present this the gift of gab
Ghost of Christmas past got me thinking bout the things I had
It's stories I can tell 'cause I was bearing witness
Funny how we male but we never can address our feelings
Letter to myself everything is written
In this third dimension
Hope the earth work out ain't talking planet fitness
Raise the bar
Feeling alive I pick up my people yeah this is a dead lift
That genie inside of the bottle do dirt for the devil they sent us a death wish
Just points on a checklist
It's looking like Tetris
Our blocks be falling
So we get reckless
It's looking like breakfast
Our mamas be mourning the toast leave us breathless
I know I did wrong but he see my soul
Institutionalized I ain't even know
Like the frog in the pot
We ain't know it was hot put us inside the water and cooked us slow
This a crockpot got me hotboxed
I'm off two shots this a free throw
Life is on the line niggas getting foul
But I see the signs it's a long road
Look in my red eyes I'm high on a late night
The truth be in plain sight I'm shaking like turbulence ready to take flight
So much suppression the lack of some capital got us in states of depression
I'm anxious they drawing they weapons to paint us as villains I'm numb to it all ain't no Question
Different day same old shit
Write my bars hit my licks
Check my phone what I miss
Aww shit
'Notha body in a ditch
'Notha soul to reminisce fuck the world life's a bitch
I'm feeling numb
Don't hit my phone right now
I just wanna be alone right now
I'm feeling numb
Don't hit my phone right now
I just wanna be alone right now
Been conditioned to brush it off and just keep it pushing
Institutionalized by trauma the proof is in the pudding
Smoking on these trees but indeed we beating around the bushes
Putting feelings off fuck walking that mile we pussyfooting
I'm at a point in my art where I'm just numb to the praise
Just wanna see this translate so we can really get paid
Ran circles 'round niggas now they bent out of shape
These squares don't really know what it take so they hit the breaks
I press the gas
I'm ready to pass
I'm ready to dash who ready to catch me
Examine my life and study my plight I'm realizing they wanna test me
I'm feeling like Gretzky
I'm sliding on thin ice
Made a right
Down to the culdesac
It's dead ends
Bury us like artifacts
My art is facts
I wish the case wasn't that 'cause
I'm really feeling empty with thoughts
Tell me the cost
We pay just to cover our faults
Cover our lost
We all really like to cry in the dark
The way we was taught
To never let 'em see us falling a part
So we numb
Different day same old shit
Write my bars hit my licks
Check my phone what I miss
Aww shit
'Notha body in a ditch
'Notha soul to reminisce fuck the world life's a bitch
I'm feeling numb
Don't hit my phone right now
I just wanna be alone right now
I'm feeling numb
Don't hit my phone right now
I just wanna be alone right now
All our straps is automatic
All our stress is post traumatic
All our straps is automatic
All our stress is post traumatic