Stigma Parker Jack & Chyde

I went to a therapist
He's tryin' to tell me the thoughts that I have in my head are all bad, he told me write down my feelings
And tell him how I feel about them when they're on the pad
I give an explanation plus an exclamation
At the end just to show him I'm mad
Product of my environment
I don't mean to pass the blame
But I'mma pass it to my dad

I don't like to be the math
I don't like to be the stigma
I hate how it feels
I don't like walkin' inside of a room
And every person lookin' at me like I'll kill

Y'all don't know how that feels to thе people that are mеntal ill
(Y'all don't know)
Y'all don't know what it's like to take pills everynight
And my sudden will
Losing control the thoughts in my head
I lay in the blankets inside of my bed
Wait till the morning when I take my med's
Then let me show you the cycle again

I take about two by nine
Then one by three
Then six to feel anymore