Pick

Nobody warns you healing means you start from broke Momma used to say the quietest ones spend the most Nobody counts what it costs you till you're already a ghost I remember the night I packed a bag and sat in the driveway Engine running, hands shaking, couldn't pick which way Called my sister, she ain't pick up, called the number for the help line Sat there till the sun came up, told myself I'd be fine Monday came, put the blazer on, walked into the room Told 'em I was thriving, hid the shaking in my hands, still Pick your poison: therapy or a trophy Pick your poison: prayin' or preyin', ain't nobody sorry Could be rich and ruined, hallelujah or hollowed out Every dollar that I bank just means I got more to lose now, fuck Therapist asked what I'm running from, I said "everything I built" The house, the name, the whole persona bought on borrowed time I used to think the breakdown was the end of my whole plan Turns out it was just page one I couldn't understand Sister called me back a week later, said she saw the signs Said she almost lost her too, said we come from the same lines Same blood, same silence, same hands shakin' on the wheel Different debts, same interest, same price we gotta feel Pick your poison: therapy or a trophy Pick your poison: prayin' or preyin', ain't nobody sorry Could be rich and ruined, hallelujah or hollowed out Every dollar that I bank just means I got more to lose now, fuck Nobody warns you healing means you start from broke Nobody tells you honesty's the most expensive joke Rather lose the image than keep losing myself Rather go broke honest than stay rich under stealth Pick your poison, I already made my choice Rather live in the red with an honest voice hallelujah either way I stopped chasing the dollar that kept me afraid