Hedgehog (Narcoleptic Edit)

All these spines in my back and I can't feel 'em

They've been there the whole time and I can't heal 'em

They're a part of me starting to rip my arteries

Already getting hardened from parting with those a part of me

This glass ceiling I'm past being acquainted with is making the exit feel so obvious

The problem is momma didn't ever discipline

So I'm in this shit wether I like it or not like a gang banger

And the same anger I done had since a youngster of feeling like I belong in a dumpster

Just got tucked under the rug

So smug thinking I was done trying to run from the gun that'll free me

It's easy to train yourself not to feel

But that's not a healthy way to heal, it's a stealthy kind of pill