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Perfect never claim to be this is my therapy
Work hard its plain to see this is my therapy
Perfect never claim to be this is my therapy
Work hard its

meaningful
Even when life gets tough we do our best to get through
Through therapy lies improvement in the end
Through therapy's lies improve the mad to no end

positive energy
Uh
Yep
Im on my E bike
Riding through all the street lights
We nice
With the community living thee life
Im mobbing with the 73
Cruising with

I wanna chill where my thinking its safe
I'm trying to work through
My personal phase
When you deal with your 
Ya issues
You got through the shame

Traumatized as a child, needed tons of therapy
Ain't no light shinin' through to help carry me
Well, I can see how I lose control of my soul
But I know in time

Golden child

He's golden
Golden child
He's golden

Didn't think that his life would
End up this way (No)

Still room for improvement
But he appreciates

offenders on ho-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them
And we gotta raise our

Dead Man Walking

David Bowie

The Saint [Original Soundtrack]

1997

in therapy
Sliding naked, anew
Like a bad tempered child
On the rain slicked streets

And I'm gone, gone, gone (gone, gone, gone spinning slack

But I wrote this scheme at
Little China eatin' Chinese food
I spit China
He food and I chew through niggas
Pause! See Charles gotta trick
Hoes to get

Dark times will always get brighter
Believe that
Lately I ain't been to sleep
A lot been on my mind
Swear this music be my therapy
A child a good
But

Dead Man Walking

David Bowie

Earthling

1997

in therapy
Sliding naked, anew
Like a bad tempered child
On the rain slicked streets

And I'm gone, gone, gone (gone, gone, gone spinning slack

of a child
Forget all about my past life
Nothing new coming through
Just like it's always been, my two shoes
Crumpled to the side, trampled and fumbling
Smoke

Guilty

Lou Reed

The Raven

2003

Guilty, guilty
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
It runs through me like a rain through silk
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
My teeth are

I wish I could tell you my mind's been vacant
To this pen I'm a therapy patient
I've been making amazing displacement
Starting to feel like I'm

critiquing my every movement, every track, trying to find the improvement
Improve the improvement, I'm trying to do it
Excuses, excuses, you lying and stupid

scriptures heretic literature is needed 
To make sense of this heresy in a Q&c the question is the therapy 
The answer was never meant to be set in stone

through the bullshit that keeps seeping me with doubtful
Illusions
I find improvement
Is truly jubilant
We gotta call the shots before they even new to this

Dumpin'

2Pac

Pac's Life

2006

'br-r-r-r-att',
Soldier like Geronimo Pratt,
And come through cockin' tha black pound,
When they put the twin towers up, 
Pac, I'm knockin' 'em back down,

I've done wrong
Yes I messed up, but
I'm still God's child
You can judge me
Yes I've done wrong
Yes I messed up, but
I'm still God's child

Soul Therapy

but I made it here
Peace was gone then it reappeared
Moving forward, through my fears
Wasn't easy but I made it here
Changing minds through paradigms

Concealed soft, revealed hard, to appeal the art
Personal music, I'm hurting, wording is movement
Learning through improvement to be more mature because I

said momma said 
Momma said momma said momma said 
Don't you worry child

You ain't gotta run no more 
You ain't gotta hide 
You'll get through it baby

Even went to therapy can’t lie it help me grow
Even though hope is the blood that's coursing through my veins
And I'm trying every single day to break

hurt
My pain
My anger
Through my art
Communicating, like I learned how to do through therapy
Expressing the ways in which I felt like I was let down