[INTRO — vinyl hiss / muffled crying / distorted soul sample] VOICE 1 — DARK: Remember what they did to you? VOICE 2 — BROKEN: Somebody please help me… VOICE 3 — NEW: Get up. MAN: … Can everybody just shut the fuck up? VOICE 1: No. VOICE 2: Please… VOICE 3: Not until you choose. [BEAT DROPS] [VERSE 1 — MAN / DARK VOICE INTERRUPTING] There’s three motherfuckers talking and they all sound like me, One keeps digging through the graveyard of my memory, Every failure, every person that abandoned me gets named, Like he’s got a fucking filing cabinet labeled with my pain. DARK: Remember when they laughed? Yeah. Remember who walked out? Yeah. Remember needing somebody and nobody came around? I remember. Good. Why good? Because pain keeps you prepared. Prepared for what? Everybody leaves. There it is again. That poison dressed as wisdom whispering inside my head. Taking everything that happened and predicting what’s ahead. One person broke my trust— DARK: So nobody can be trusted. One person left— They’ll all leave. One mistake— You’re fucking useless. MAN: You ever notice this motherfucker only keeps evidence that proves it? [HOOK — eerie female soul vocal] VOICE 1: Remember everything. VOICE 2: Somebody help me. VOICE 3: We don’t have to stay this way. Three voices. One body. One mind going insane. One wants anger. One wants saving. One wants something new. And I’m standing in the middle asking— Which one of you is true? [VERSE 2 — BROKEN VOICE] BROKEN: Can somebody hear me? MAN: I hear you. No you don’t. What do you want? I don’t know. Then why are you crying? BROKEN: Because I’m tired. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of being strong because everybody keeps depending. I’m tired of saying “I’m good” when I don’t even know what good means. I’m tired of smiling outside then coming home and feeling empty. MAN: Why didn’t you tell me? BROKEN: I’ve been telling you for years. [DRUMS STOP] You called it anxiety. You called it anger. You called it being tired. You called it everything… except hurt. [SILENCE] MAN: …Damn. [BEAT RETURNS — DEEPER BASS] [VERSE 3 — NEW VOICE ENTERS] NEW: Now you’re finally listening. MAN: And who the hell are you? NEW: Who we’re becoming. DARK: Don’t listen to him. BROKEN: Can he help us? NEW: I can’t erase what happened. Can’t bring anybody back. Can’t promise nobody else will ever stab us in the back. Can’t promise fear disappears. Can’t promise nights don’t hurt. Can’t turn thirty years of damage into something that just works. MAN: Then what the fuck can you do? NEW: Choose. Choose who gets access. Choose what we believe. Choose when holding onto somebody hurts worse than when they leave. Choose to feel the fucking pain instead of burying it alive. Choose to stop calling it weakness every time we need to cry. DARK: Soft. NEW: No. DARK: Weak. NEW: No. DARK: They’re gonna hurt us again. NEW: Probably. [BEAT CUT] MAN: Probably?! NEW: Yeah. Being alive comes with risk. The goal isn’t becoming somebody who can never get hurt. It’s becoming somebody who knows getting hurt won’t destroy him. [SAMPLE FLIPS — HARDEST DROP] [VERSE 4 — ALL THREE VOICES] DARK: Remember the pain! BROKEN: Please make it stop! NEW: Use it—but move! DARK: They don’t love you! BROKEN: Somebody love me! NEW: Start with you! DARK: You’re nothing! BROKEN: Am I nothing? NEW: LOOK AT WHAT WE FUCKING SURVIVED! MAN: STOP! [COMPLETE SILENCE] I finally understand all three. Darkness— You ain’t evil. You’re scared. You keep replaying everything bad because you think remembering keeps us safe. Broken— You ain’t weak. You’re exhausted. You’ve been carrying shit I wouldn’t let anybody see. And you… NEW: Yeah? You’re not here to save us. NEW: No. You’re here to lead us. NEW: Exactly. [FINAL VERSE — MAN TAKES CONTROL] Then listen carefully. From now on— Darkness can remember. But it doesn’t predict. The broken one can cry. We ain’t hiding that shit. And the new man gets the wheel because somebody has to drive. Not toward perfection. Not pretending everything’s fine. Toward becoming somebody we don’t have to run from inside. All three are me. That’s what I couldn’t understand. I kept trying to kill pieces instead of becoming the man Strong enough to hold the frightened one, Wise enough to hear the hurt, And disciplined enough to tell the darkness: “You don’t run this shit anymore.” [FINAL HOOK — HUGE SOUL SAMPLE] Three voices. One mind. One body. One life. One remembers all the darkness. One still cries at night. One keeps looking toward tomorrow, Saying: “Come on… we’re gonna be alright.” Not healed. Not perfect. Not pretending nothing’s wrong. Just three pieces of one man… finally learning how to move as one. [OUTRO — drums disappear] BROKEN: Can I rest now? MAN: Yeah. DARK: What about me? You can stay. DARK: You trust me? No. But I understand you. NEW: And t
