Therapy For Gangsters

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
Spin the dreidel baby, spin the dreidel, this is therapy for gangsters

[Interlude]
Welcome to North Korean Barbeque by Mac Lethal

[Outro]
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