Therapy For Gangsters - Mac Lethal

I had a lucid dream

That’s a dream you can control

And in this dream, all I did was stay alive forever

I’m not going to wake up 'til the day we die together

And Satan writes a letter to me sayin' life forever

Sometimes you gotta wound yourself so you can heal somethin'

I’d rather feel sadness than feel nothin'

A knot up in your stomach means that something real’s comin'

I’d rather feel that than feel nothin'

Sometimes I break down and cry when I think about my dad’s death

But my dad has never died

He’s alive, it’s sleetin' blood down in hell, that’s the weather

I take a sewing needle, stitch myself back together

I’m sleep deprived and hungover but at least alive

The rhythm of the world and me were never synchronized

It’s printed on my medication bottle

Mix some alcohol with this and that’s a better way to wobble

Toggle forces.

White queens, black horses

One tally for every smile that Mac forces

Scratch it on the prison wall

Being a father is not that difficult.

Be a man and get involved

Hit the abortion and the methadone clinic, need to kill two birds,

find a stepping stone, pick it up, throw it

Just because I got the white boy voice and some big words don’t mean I’m a poet,

I’m a gangster

Spin the dreidel baby, spin the dreidel, this is therapy for gangsters

Welcome to North Korean Barbeque by Mac Lethal

I had a lucid dream, that’s a dream you can control and in this dream,

all I did is stay alive forever.

I’m not going to wake up 'til the day we die

together and Satan writes a letter to me sayin' life is precious