Thug Therapy - Mistah F.A.B., Two14

Feel like you ain’t got nobody

And it seems like God’s asleep

Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe

Therapy

We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy

Thug therapy

We all need a shoulder we can lean on

'Specially for them times that you weak but you seem strong

Life get tough when the drink and the weed gone

And your reality a nightmare, so it’s hard to get your dream on

Many nights I sat in darkness tryna find the light

Demons playin' with my mind and they’re hard to fight

Still hear my mama’s voice, but she was nowhere in my sight

(Stan, it’s gon' be alright)

I hear you, mama, but it’s easier said than done

They just caught my lil' brother, he was on the run

He a two-strike felon, they tryna plant him with a gun

I just pray that God’s favor in his favor when he in front of that judge

My daughter just turned ten, got me thinkin' where the time went

Me and her mama make her life great, it’s beyond lit

And this for anybody that really care for me

Pray for me, we all need therapy

Feel like you ain’t got nobody

And it seems like God’s asleep

Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe

Therapy

We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy

Thug therapy

Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t lie

But numbers don’t always tell the truth to the eye

Man, that’s true testimony, documented from my past

He gave you 20, I gave you 20, but that 20 my last

Huh, you ever pray to God and wonder if he even listenin'?

Politickin' and petitionin'

Tryna stick to the dream but really don’t know what the mission is

Confused like a Muslim takin' in Shahada

Gettin' baptized durin' his christening

Never got to open gifts on Christmas Eve

'Cause it was only three gifts under that Christmas tree

We’ll get the rest when mama get her next check

Leftover dinner from last week, this week we ate for breakfast

Granny go to church, but the reverend ain’t all that friendly

Every time we go to church, he point me out tryna offend me

And his congregation defend him, hypocrisy gettin' trendy

Actin' like his soul clean when we know that his spirit dingy

Feel like you ain’t got nobody

And it seems like God’s asleep

Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe

Therapy

We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy

Thug therapy

Uh, all I wanted to do was just be free

But every time I turn around, they pointin' a finger at me

I’m tired of bein' the victim, I’m tired of bein' at blame

I’m tired of coverin' my pain, tired of livin' in shame

Thoughts of a person that’s just goin' through the struggle

Yeah, you just want the diamonds, but you don’t wanna hustle

Hard to stay focused when the game shift

Confidence destroyed, your own mama say you ain’t shit

And daddy never loved you, granny never hugged you

Big brother showed you tough love, just fucked up and bugged you

Turned you to a thug who got chips on his shoulder

A lost little boy who’s strugglin' gettin' older

Aggravated by oppression, turned to depression

Wonder why he gettin' high, 'cause he always stressin'

Screamin', «Fuck the world, don’t nobody care for me»

Pray for him, we all need therapy

Feel like you ain’t got nobody

And it seems like God’s asleep

Anxiety is burnin' deep, can barely breathe

Therapy

We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy