(Intro)
Can I take this moment to say what's on my mind?
(Conscious) Well Mugz, that's why I'm here. I'm your therapist

(Verse 1)
(Conscious) so what you thinking ?
Well lately i dwell on the feeling of not feeling enough
I feel like K.Dot this industry calling my bluff
(Conscious) I understand Mugz, but you gotta be patient
Fuck that. You know how long that I been waiting?
I feel like I made a reservation in the next generation
I'm on the edge of desperation, angry enough to spraying
Bullets from the semi auto
(Conscious) you could try meditating also
Fuck that. I'm way past that
I think of grabbing life's torso
And slowly fucking it
While its pants are down low, like a porno
(Conscious) please, keep G rated
All I do is keep it G, why you hate it?
(Conscious) hate Is a strong word
Just like flipping a bird in a verb
Or spitting the curb
What I mean is I speak the streets
From empty baggies to the concrete
To the shit underneath my feet
Round here you sell, dodge D's,spit to beats or become an athlete
Would you believe me if I said I did all three?
And the only reason I'm rapping is cause trapping wasn't enough
And I lost my passion for ball
When I realized chances were small
Like a midget in the land of the Giants
I'm a good kid in the land of the tyrants
The hood is just dirt on top of the diamonds
And yes baby, I'm a dog and I piss on hydrants
(Conscious) what exactly does that have to do with the topic at hand?
Basically to show I'm like no other man
I break the rules and show fools the real truth
I feel like the president at the podium
But really I'm in the booth
Either that or I'm talking to you
My conscious
(Conscious) how's the view from the top?
I don't know yet, but I'm sure that it's hot
And if pac is on an island tell him save me a spot
(Hook)
Therapy sessions
Late night confessions
Beat possessions
Inside of each session
I talk to my conscious
In my subconscious
I got the island
Like Kendrick got Compton

(Verse 2)
For too long we were forgotten
(Conscious) Mugz why you so rotten?
Cause I been picking cotton
(Conscious) really?
No but working a 9 to 5 is like
Working like a slave just for minimum wage
So allow me to set the stage
And draw back the curtains
Allow me to show you the burdens
Weighing on a person
When success ain't certain
And you stuck in an urban
Lifestyle, meanwhile
You see others living the lifestyle
That you always longed for
Tired of coming up short
And feeling like less and less
And feeling stressed more
(Hook)
Therapy sessions
Late night confessions
Beat possessions
Inside of each session
I talk to my conscious
In my subconscious
I got the island
Like Kendrick got Compton
For too long we were forgotten (X2)