Couch Psyche Lyrics

I'm so ashamed that pain & shame is my common place

More ashamed its more common than common sense.

Tryna maneuver, i honestly hit a drought

At loss of self worth I'm filled with self doubt

Sometimes I ask my self

Is this life worth living

Tryna write good writtens

Rid the feel good riddance

In hope to get some signs

But i'm no mel Gibson

The scales obviously tipping for ppl not my pigment

Elders downsize my dreams cus they downsized theirs

Then tell me don't be like me man they logic is rare

The lack of support is depriving

I'm tryna beat all these cycles parents raises us in pain

The stories always recycle

Maybe I can't pop with this rap shit

Maybe I'm wasting my my time

Time heals wounds but she aint been sewing mine

Thoughts of my pine box

Keeps crossing my mind

With crosses over the body that didn't bless me in time

My musics like an ak you fear before you feel it.

Speaking on some topics you hide in your soul spirit

This could be a class tho I'm no Harvard student

Some constructions better taught by those who struggled to build it

But what do I know I reach for the high road

Familiarities with histories lows give me a goal

Started off broke but this world will never break me

It's all about the journey so naw I'm never braking

Used to stress I didn't know what I want

Now I'm stressed out cus I dont know if I'm ready

When it comes to these dreams shit I got plenty

The agony of dream chasings is you not chasing any

See the seekers don't fit & the fit don't seek

I was raised by the wolves where's the dominantly sheep

In the belly the beast

And these niggas gotta eat

I just hope you ain't food to the feast nigga