Therapy in My Pen

[Rap Trap Soul]

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a couch, just a beat and a blank page
Ain’t no white coat, just a mic to explain pain
Talkin’ to the pad like it’s noddin’ its head
Every line a little lighter, every rhyme what I bled

I grew up holdin’ in storms behind a calm face
Now I pour ‘em out in verses like I’m tryna clean slate
Told my story to the page, and it ain’t judge me
It just let me vent every piece of what’s ugly

No appointment needed, just rhythm and release
I find peace in the pocket where the melody breathes
I’m healing in silence, no captions, no trends
Just a broken man spillin’ therapy from my pen

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[Hook]
This my therapy, ain’t no filter when I write
Put my truth in the booth, turn the dark into light
Ain’t no likes, just these lines where I been
I ain’t tryna go viral—just to finally mend

It’s my therapy, when the world don’t make sense
When I’m tired of pretendin’ that I ain’t feelin’ tense
Don’t need to talk it out, I just bleed through the ink
This pen got me breathin’ when I feel like I’ll sink

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[Verse 2]
I told my daughter, “Daddy’s strong,” but she don’t know
I cry in metaphors so she don’t see me low
I write for the days that I barely held on
And the nights I prayed pain would just pack up and be gone

This ain’t rap—it’s a release, it’s a lifeline
It’s the reason I’m alive and not just online
Told God, “I’m not perfect,” He said, “Son, just write”
So I inked up my flaws and stepped back in the fight

You hear a beat, but I hear years of silence break
Each bar’s a confession that my soul had to make
I’m not lookin’ for applause, just a way not to bend
So I put my faith in the therapy of my pen

rap, trap soul