I rap...so now... I hope people can relate to this
When the coin of life was thrown I wish I was given a fair toss
but instead it landed on a head with noticeable hair loss
19 years later it's like my heads taken repeated chair shots
As this happens my confidence is immensely volatile
as this methodical testosterone hits my sensitive follicles
I shudder the day when it turns my identity comical
So now I'll just cry and rub my hair with repetitive topicals
I hate how I can see the complexion of my scalp in the mirror
Life has given me lemons, I was born the lemon; all bitter
Been squeezed and my juices used to marinate the better looking
Coz i'm a target to point at, they're feeling good while I'm sooking
Maybe it's cognitive distortions thats led to my misfortunes
or this torsion in my brain thats making me feel unimportant
I'm like an ocean dweller looking for a cure from potion sellers
finding the panacea is like thinking the words open sesa...
me will work and you'd think we'd give up hope... but we don't
I hate being totally held captive to my own insecurity
because I can tell people are looking in a form of scrutiny
It could be a disorder I'm facing or I could be a lunatic,
or through years of indulging my minds in a mutiny
saying "why didn't you take care of yourself from puberty"
the benefits could be lucrative and you could live
a normal life now
When the coin of life was thrown I wish I was given a fair toss
but instead it landed on a head with noticeable hair loss
19 years later it's like my heads taken repeated chair shots
As this happens my confidence is immensely volatile
as this methodical testosterone hits my sensitive follicles
I shudder the day when it turns my identity comical
So now I'll just cry and rub my hair with repetitive topicals
I hate how I can see the complexion of my scalp in the mirror
Life has given me lemons, I was born the lemon; all bitter
Been squeezed and my juices used to marinate the better looking
Coz i'm a target to point at, they're feeling good while I'm sooking
Maybe it's cognitive distortions thats led to my misfortunes
or this torsion in my brain thats making me feel unimportant
I'm like an ocean dweller looking for a cure from potion sellers
finding the panacea is like thinking the words open sesa...
me will work and you'd think we'd give up hope... but we don't
I hate being totally held captive to my own insecurity
because I can tell people are looking in a form of scrutiny
It could be a disorder I'm facing or I could be a lunatic,
or through years of indulging my minds in a mutiny
saying "why didn't you take care of yourself from puberty"
the benefits could be lucrative and you could live
a normal life now