Two hours at home
In the dead of summer
My sweaty feet vibrate
Like the shivers of my mental in the hibernating winter.

I can’t stay here for too long.

Some might say ADD
But I’m an African Christian.
We don’t get that
We got God.

So the fam prescribes me with some prayers
They talk to God and not me.
So I can be free.

Now it’s the peak of frostbite
At this point I’m numb to the pain.
I’m feeling off about not feeling.
You could call it empty.

I can’t stay here for too long.

Some might say depression
But I’m an African Christian.
We don’t get that
We got God.

So the fam prescribes me with some prayers
They talk to God and not me.
So I can be free.

The flowers are growing
And I’m worried I might miss it.
Spring bounces really fast.
I’m nervous that I won’t have my leaves.

I can’t stay here for too long.

But I’m an African Christian.
We don’t get that
We got God.

So the fam prescribes me with some prayers
They talk to God and not me.
So I can be free.

But the seasons are forever.
They don’t go away.
There’s no freedom in that.
So let’s talk about it
And cope.