Journal Entry

By NEZZY

On Hippie Thug

Released on May 5, 2023

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[Verse 1: NEZZY]

I’m writing this on the flight back home

On airplane mode

With the beat playing in my headphones

Baby girl sleeping in the seat next to me

Spent the past week in LA

Under palm tree shade

Making short lived memories

Still high on that california energy

Ive seen so many therapists

But the music is the only therapy i need

These ain’t songs, these journal entries

Exercising this freedom of speech

Till they lock me in a cage or put me 6 feet deep

Interrupted by the turbulence

Hopе it can shake off some of this discouragemеnt

Im no longer a slave & a servant to anxiety

Im focused on sobriety

Trynna elevate my mental state

& reach a higher me

Sometimes to obtain peace

You must react violently

Got a angel on my left

& the devil on the right of me

I’m in the middle of a constant rivalry

Peer pressures an excuse for compliancy

Don’t be a sheep in the heard of society

I hate bring up the past & talk about my lows

But everything we bottle up

Is stunting our growth, so

Let’s talk about it, this how it started

I was 18 months old when my pops came home

& caught my mom cheating

On him with another man

Over & over again it would keep happening

He tried to make it work for us kids

But their toxic marriage flooded that house

My own mother was a cheating spouse

& they wonder why i acted out

I was 9 with a self destructive mind

Ironically they got divorced

Right around the same time

My older sister got the worst of it

She was 14 when my mom decided she gon

Put her own daughter on dr. phil

Had to switch schools

Everything was going downhill

The goosebumps come around still

First it was the coke, next it was the pills

Drowning out emotion

Till there’s nothing left to feel

Sprinkling percocets on my oatmeal

I was saving money by finding ways to steal

This just surface level shit

There’s so many details i ain’t share yet

Smiling was the only way pain expressed but

The studios my sanctuary when i need to vent

I don’t remind myself enough of how proud

I am of all the obstacles that i’ve overcame

All the progress i’ve made

Still got a lot of bullshit on my chest

But imma save it for another page