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Thug Therapy
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Mistah F.a.b.
Featuring(s) : TWO14
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[TWO14] Thug Therapy (Goddamnit, DJ D-Higgs, you did it again) Feel like you ain't got nobody And it seems like God's asleep Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe Therapy We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy Thug therapy [Mistah F.A.B.] We all need a shoulder we can lean on 'Specially for them times that you weak but you seem strong Life get tough when the drink and the weed gone And your reality a nightmare, so it's hard to get your dream on Many nights I sat in darkness tryna find the light Demons playin' with my mind and they're hard to fight Still hear my mama's voice, but she was nowhere in my sight (Stan, it's gon' be alright) I hear you, mama, but it's easier said than done They just caught my lil' brother, he was on the run He a two-strike felon, they tryna plant him with a gun I just pray that God's favor in his favor when he in front of that judge My daughter just turned ten, got me thinkin' where the time went Me and her mama make her life great, it's beyond lit And this for anybody that really care for me Pray for me, we all need therapy Feel like you ain't got nobody And it seems like God's asleep Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe Therapy We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy Thug therapy [Mistah F.A.B.] Men lie, women lie, numbers don't lie But numbers don't always tell the truth to the eye Man, that's true testimony, documented from my past He gave you 20, I gave you 20, but that 20 my last Huh, you ever pray to God and wonder if he even listenin'? Politickin' and petitionin' Tryna stick to the dream but really don't know what the mission is Confused like a Muslim takin' in Shahada Gettin' baptized durin' his christening Never got to open gifts on Christmas Eve 'Cause it was only three gifts under that Christmas tree We'll get the rest when mama get her next check Leftover dinner from last week, this week we ate for breakfast Granny go to church, but the reverend ain't all that friendly Every time we go to church, he point me out tryna offend me And his congregation defend him, hypocrisy gettin' trendy Actin' like his soul clean when we know that his spirit dingy Feel like you ain't got nobody And it seems like God's asleep Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe Therapy We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy Thug therapy [Mistah F.A.B.] Uh, all I wanted to do was just be free But every time I turn around, they pointin' a finger at me I'm tired of bein' the victim, I'm tired of bein' at blame I'm tired of coverin' my pain, tired of livin' in shame Thoughts of a person that's just goin' through the struggle Yeah, you just want the diamonds, but you don't wanna hustle Hard to stay focused when the game shift Confidence destroyed, your own mama say you ain't shit And daddy never loved you, granny never hugged you Big brother showed you tough love, just f*cked up and bugged you Turned you to a thug who got chips on his shoulder A lost little boy who's strugglin' gettin' older Aggravated by oppression, turned to depression Wonder why he gettin' high, 'cause he always stressin' Screamin', "f*ck the world, don't nobody care for me" Pray for him, we all need therapy Feel like you ain't got nobody And it seems like God's asleep Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe Therapy We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
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