Pharoahe Monch - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder lyrics
[Pharoahe Monch - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder lyrics]
Fuck you know about struggle? The
Boy in the plastic bubble
When I drink away the pain I guzzle
My life is like a
Complicated mathematical puzzle, for real
Seen death twice, it's ugly motherfucker man
But, you conversate with him
When you suffering
He said, "Let go of the pain
You'll never rock the mic again
Your choice, slug to the brain or 20 Vicodin"
I kinda likened it to Ortho Tri-Cyclen
Disturbing the natural cycles of
Life and it's trifling
Fuck what you heard, less money more problems
4 years removed from the game with no album
I put the gun to my brain
But first I wrote a note to explain
Put the Luger in my head
And these are the words that I said
Sure as kingdoms rise the same
Kingdoms will surely fall
And wash away like memories
As if they weren't there at all
Like broken limbs of trees that's lost
It's leaves to Winter's wind
Spring will come again live
Live live
Live
When your cerebral ceases
To administer solace
And the only Faith you have left is a CD
From a singer who had a
Son with Christopher Wallace
Tomorrow is never hope is abolished
Mind and soul have little to no unity
Life threw a brick through
My window of opportunity
My immune system lacked diplomatic immunity
When asthma attacks the black community
Where do you go from there?
Long walk, short pier
Thought I knew all it was just
To know of the ledge
Till I glanced down at all
Ten toes on the ledge
Before I heard what sounded to
Me like a pledge emerged from the darkness
And this is what it said
"Do not despair, breathe, fight
For there is more life to live, believe
More insight to share, retrieve
Must dare to be illustrious
Exhale, hold, inhale, receive and live live
Live live"
Boy in the plastic bubble
When I drink away the pain I guzzle
My life is like a
Complicated mathematical puzzle, for real
Seen death twice, it's ugly motherfucker man
But, you conversate with him
When you suffering
He said, "Let go of the pain
You'll never rock the mic again
Your choice, slug to the brain or 20 Vicodin"
I kinda likened it to Ortho Tri-Cyclen
Disturbing the natural cycles of
Life and it's trifling
Fuck what you heard, less money more problems
4 years removed from the game with no album
I put the gun to my brain
But first I wrote a note to explain
Put the Luger in my head
And these are the words that I said
Sure as kingdoms rise the same
Kingdoms will surely fall
And wash away like memories
As if they weren't there at all
Like broken limbs of trees that's lost
It's leaves to Winter's wind
Spring will come again live
Live live
Live
When your cerebral ceases
To administer solace
And the only Faith you have left is a CD
From a singer who had a
Son with Christopher Wallace
Tomorrow is never hope is abolished
Mind and soul have little to no unity
Life threw a brick through
My window of opportunity
My immune system lacked diplomatic immunity
When asthma attacks the black community
Where do you go from there?
Long walk, short pier
Thought I knew all it was just
To know of the ledge
Till I glanced down at all
Ten toes on the ledge
Before I heard what sounded to
Me like a pledge emerged from the darkness
And this is what it said
"Do not despair, breathe, fight
For there is more life to live, believe
More insight to share, retrieve
Must dare to be illustrious
Exhale, hold, inhale, receive and live live
Live live"