Eskay Home - Therapy Lyrics

Had to have talks with my therapist
By the end of the talk we both shedding tears
Buffalo molded a nigga tough and cold
You ever run from police in the f*cking snow
Kept pop bottles my nigga cause we was f*cking broke
If I wasn't on Delavan then I wasn't home
He pressed my nigga we beat his ass knowing he wasn't wrong
Phone calls from P like nigga when you coming home
How could you tell us what we want was wrong
When you don't know about survival
Had to pick out truths we was being lied to
If you wasn't from my block you was my rival
They not familiar with you so automatically they don't like you
But all of our mothers knocked Luther Prince and Michael
We learning to piss on our hands
And how to load up rifles
What the f*ck was they gonna tell me in a high school
F*cking what

Same thing that make you laugh
Can make you cry
Same game that make you math
Can make you die
Life's a dice game
Sometimes you crap
Whoever thought you'd get popped
One time and rat

All my friends got murdered out of hatred
And when it hits home it hits the papers
Front pages
They either got killed or they got raided
We ain't value life because we would never make it
I'm from a maze they want to place us in cages
Most of the world don't know where Erie Lake is
They don't know about waking up feeling deflated
Another funeral another wake talent wasted
First hundred dollar bill I ever seen had small faces
My hood was ageless
This is real you couldn't trace this
Kill somebody where I'm from then you famous
Like strangers asking me are you Po Boy Son
They selling crack not knowing where the coke was from
Me shooting at you you shooting at me shit we both was dumb
I got work to do I'm no where close to close to done
It takes a real nigga for real bitches to notice one
F*cking facts