Therapy, A Place I Refuse To Go Lyrics

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