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to leave
I keep my therapy physical
I drop a bitch that's typical
A keyring on my zipper pull
I call it pain management
It's called pain management
Manage

therapy
Smoke a little bud and find my happy

Anger management never helped me
I get these chills
And I get them for free
Screw the pills and licensed

lying if I said this process hasn't been tough
Writing is what truly became my saving grace
My journal served as a kind of therapy
My pen allowed me

people will never have any
Prominent source of respect for
Me, they don't want me to prosper
Or have my personal pain
Alleviated people might think that

to mimic perfection while masking my demons

Those demons were always me
My mask is what changed

We both brought pain
Both felt caged
Wanted to escape

a therapy session for my soul's progression
Perhaps anger management for my bold aggression
can no longer rely on my Hopes and blessings
Unable to provide

the shade
Your swiss kissed the tips of my lips with a plot twist
Now your the one who's getting played
I am writing this shit to get away from all the pain

self-defense classes

Or anger management or some shit
So much pain I had to deal with
Don't get me started about that wack ass food
Everything artificial, how

day shift, working every day shit
I don't know if I can fuckin' take it, yeah
I'm barely hanging on it just adds to the pain it's
Apparent that I'm

Call me back
Hit me back
Where you at I am sad
I fall back, Heart attack
Still it hurts Cardiac
Score the pad When I’m mad
Understand the pain I have

and my own lust
Sin killing me slowly while I distrust
And feeling like I've faced enough
it's getting tough with this pain
But they say You healed

These words are therapy, floods of our memories
A hub when the weather heaves, conjure serenity
If we set it free, despite our brevity
It can shine

Every monday I gotta wake up for this call
Therapy prescribed pop a pill and I'm on
Hey how you doin', that's what I'm always asked
Never know what

through your days when the pain and pity shower you
Them bad thoughts in the head, they getting louder too
I respond, go the distance, but start off with