A Song for My Ex-Therapist

Here's a tune composed by A wonderful musician who's got a great amount of Sensitivity about folks and what folks' problems are And what folks seem to need. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Well, I prepared a little piece tonight. I call it a song for my ex-therapist. Enjoy. Look, it's kind of crazy looking back on how Far I came. This journey's now a part of Me, I'm starting to change for the better. This cold weather, I was starting to blame 'cause I was falling headfirst into the snow in my Brain. Shaking the globe, the flurries evaporate Into rain. Why they looking at me strange? We all look the same. Beneath the skin, you just a part of the Rest, so it don't matter black or white. MJ said it best, they don't care about us. Nah, the powers that be keep us divided with Propaganda. I'm starting to see the bigger picture, So I'm doing what I can to make an Impact. Only takes a voice, even Siri might resent That. Who got the answers, yeah? I'm still seeking it out. Edward Snowden found the truth and started leaking It out. Mm, then they label him a traitor Off the rip. United, we slipping. Man, I swear this world a trip. Verse Y'all. Thank you for listening. I'm trying to tell my dreamers, "Don't worry, Yo, we fine." Remember when you told me I Got a colorful mind? Over time, I expanded it, I wasn't even trying. But sometimes aligning of the stars can be designed. We was looking for, lost my innocence at 13 From my babysitter. I was chilling, she was flirting. I ain't know it. I always been clueless with The girls. Years later, I was lusting after Pleasures of this world. Never satisfied, kept desire in my eyes. Smoking every day, we couldn't get much higher if We tried. Selling something on the side. Homeless, couldn't provide. Needed God, wasn't living, just here along for the Ride. Found God, but never been the type to Look down on non-believers 'cause one day we all Heaven-bound. I appreciate everything that you tried To do, but if you say these pills will Help, then somebody lied to you. Plus I'm doing much better if I say so Myself. But anyway, thanks for the help. Good night. Good night, y'all. Take it home, Murdoc. And the problem with most of you, You never felt no pain before. Y'all spoiled. Y'all spoiled. Some of y'all spoiled. Just bottom line. Your parents have done everything For you. You ain't never had to do nothing For yourself. You're spoiled. We're going to keep it Real tonight. Some of you are spoiled brats. Every time you ever got in trouble, somebody your House got you out of it. Every time you done something you're not supposed to Do, people say, "Eric, your mother's a tyrant." You're right. She kicked me out. You're right. She's mean, but she developed a man Because she put me out there and said, "You're Going to have to grow up." And some of You have never learned to grow up. And so every time something get hard, you quit, You call mama. I dare you to take a Little pain. I dare you. I dare you not to go home. Somebody said, "If don't go home, I feel bad." Go through it. You ain't going to die. At the end of Pain is success.