GROUP THERAPY Video (MV)

I can admit a nigga got issues
It stuck with me
All the things that I've been through
Shit that I'm still afraid to get into
Speak in this mic
About that part of my life
I'm real bad at giving myself credit when it's due
Can't remember the last time that I took a break, just to tell you the truth
Fell short of my expectations and didn't get back up
How many times did I look in the mirror and tell myself I didn't add up
It was bloodshed in my mind, never-ending battle with my thoughts
Ironic how me vs me the only battle that I lost
It's been two years since I moved
I can't even write my own song
I was stuck, with no idea that I'd be stagnant for so long
Thought I was married to the game, but I guess I had cold feet
Was drowning in the fear of failure, turns out the water isn't so deep
I came out a new man but is it for better or worse
Took me this long to realize
My talent was a blessing and a curse
But it's way bigger than me now
I'm looking at the bigger picture
Do this shit for mom, dad
J in Texas, my little sister
They looking at me to deliver my all
Shipped out in a package
So I carry on through these beats
Empty out all my baggage
Cause it's way to much shit niggas ain't speaking about
For the sake of his image in the media they leaving it out
But for through music video and the story posts
I can see the pain in his eyes
You can't show that shit where he come from
Can't show that shit if he tried
Forgot to mention your label don't think you're marketable when you soft
No recording budget for the record dedicated to the brother you lost
Should I even speak like this
Should I release this song
Is you f*cking with it
You gon ask me if I'm doing better
Or you just move on
EBT for grocery, working hours thank god the rent paid
Painting my work of art, put my heart on display like an X-Ray
I'm a businessman, I'll never change until the bag in my hands
You don't know who wanna Takeover the Blueprint
I'm wrapping my plans
In Milwaukee how I keep it a buck
Slowly running out of people to trust
Ain't nobody wanna tell you the truth
They just rather tell you keep it up
Old habits that I can't shake
I keep telling myself I can't break
But there's a fragile sign on my back
See the cracks when you look at my face
I can't see the things I gave
All I see the things I can't take
I swear that I try to ease up
But I think life is shorting my patience
I'm convinced that I can't wait
Got way too much shit on my plate
I feel like he don't hear me no more
So I'm letting go of my-