Fuck these feelings we just bury 'em until anxiety Creep up on 'em in the darkness toying with our psyche I think we need a change of scenery it's time to sight see Direct my people do the right thing I feel like Spike Lee But what the fuck is right and wrong what is good and bad I just sing a song from this pen and pad Where do we belong we on a troubled path Need a future bag Rap in present this the gift of gab Ghost of Christmas past got me thinking bout the things I had It's stories I can tell 'cause I was bearing witness Funny how we male but we never can address our feelings Letter to myself everything is written In this third dimension Hope the earth work out ain't talking planet fitness Raise the bar Feeling alive I pick up my people yeah this is a dead lift That genie inside of the bottle do dirt for the devil they sent us a death wish Just points on a checklist It's looking like Tetris Our blocks be falling So we get reckless It's looking like breakfast Our mamas be mourning the toast leave us breathless I know I did wrong but he see my soul Institutionalized I ain't even know Like the frog in the pot We ain't know it was hot put us inside the water and cooked us slow This a crockpot got me hotboxed I'm off two shots this a free throw Life is on the line niggas getting foul But I see the signs it's a long road Look in my red eyes I'm high on a late night The truth be in plain sight I'm shaking like turbulence ready to take flight So much suppression the lack of some capital got us in states of depression I'm anxious they drawing they weapons to paint us as villains I'm numb to it all ain't no Question Different day same old shit Write my bars hit my licks Check my phone what I miss Aww shit 'Notha body in a ditch 'Notha soul to reminisce fuck the world life's a bitch I'm feeling numb Don't hit my phone right now I just wanna be alone right now I'm feeling numb Don't hit my phone right now I just wanna be alone right now Been conditioned to brush it off and just keep it pushing Institutionalized by trauma the proof is in the pudding Smoking on these trees but indeed we beating around the bushes Putting feelings off fuck walking that mile we pussyfooting I'm at a point in my art where I'm just numb to the praise Just wanna see this translate so we can really get paid Ran circles 'round niggas now they bent out of shape These squares don't really know what it take so they hit the breaks I press the gas I'm ready to pass I'm ready to dash who ready to catch me Examine my life and study my plight I'm realizing they wanna test me I'm feeling like Gretzky I'm sliding on thin ice Made a right Down to the culdesac It's dead ends Bury us like artifacts My art is facts I wish the case wasn't that 'cause I'm really feeling empty with thoughts Tell me the cost We pay just to cover our faults Cover our lost We all really like to cry in the dark The way we was taught To never let 'em see us falling a part So we numb Different day same old shit Write my bars hit my licks Check my phone what I miss Aww shit 'Notha body in a ditch 'Notha soul to reminisce fuck the world life's a bitch I'm feeling numb Don't hit my phone right now I just wanna be alone right now I'm feeling numb Don't hit my phone right now I just wanna be alone right now All our straps is automatic All our stress is post traumatic All our straps is automatic All our stress is post traumatic