Someone Else’s Me

spoken-word hip-hop, folk noir, acoustic hip hop

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[CAMPFIRE INTRO]
(Fire crackling)
What’s up…
I’m gonna be real with y’all.
It’s been crazy.
Lately I’ve been on the verge of breaking.
Too many things happening.
Too many things got me thinking.
Too many things got me blaming.
(Acoustic guitar enters)
[PART 1: ENERGY WASTED]
My wife and her sister
Chasing differences.
No pride aside.
Just shaming.
Their mother can’t hurt them anymore.
There’s nothing left to be afraid of.
I wish they’d realize
They’re both beautiful.
They both made it.
No love shared.
Just energy wasted.
I’m just saying…
That’s not how Sherry raised me.
[PAUSE]
[PART 2: HAZY]
Insecurities got my mind state
Negative and shady.
Inspiration lazy.
Smoke in the sky.
Questions in my mind.
Is this real?
Or am I just making my vision hazy?
Fear has me walking
Night shifts cautiously.
Patience framed naked.
What’s left to hide
When your birthday suit
Becomes a permanent statement?
[ACOUSTIC PERCUSSION ENTERS]
[PART 3: COMMON GROUND]
My heart beats cold.
My blood runs hot.
Top floor.
Basement.
If you’re not from where I grew up
Maybe our common ground
Won’t stand beneath your feet.
I levitate in amazement.
What traumatized my brain
Stained me with the same blood
That taught me change was impossible.
Maybe…
Maybe if I rearrange the letters of my name
I’ll save face.
[PAUSE]
[PART 4: LOOK THEM IN THE EYE]
You better never look somebody in the eye
If you’re scared
Of what your soul might display.
That’s the place
You tried to erase.
Beaten.
Battered.
Bruised.
Trembling.
Afraid.
Afraid you’ll lose yourself.
Afraid you’ll choose your choice
Based on a faith
You haven’t found yet.
[BEAT SLOWLY BUILDS]
[PART 5: MONSTERS]
Pile the pews.
Prepare the prayers.
Under the bed.
Through the shadows.
Monsters crawl.
Fear feeds.
Consciousness stalls.
Dreams narrow.
Tunnel vision.
One stitched seam
Holding together
A fabric of beliefs.
[LOW HARMONICA]
[FINAL PART: SOMEONE ELSE’S ME]
And maybe that’s it.
Maybe the monsters aren’t monsters.
Maybe the shadows aren’t shadows.
Maybe the fear isn’t fear.
Maybe it’s just me.
Searching for me.
Trying to save me.
Trying to become me.
Sewn within a fabric
Cut by no one else
But someone’s me.
[OUTRO]
(Fire crackling)
What’s up…
I’m just being real with y’all.

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[CAMPFIRE INTRO] (Fire crackling) What’s up… I’m gonna be real with y’all. It’s been crazy. Lately I’ve been on the verge of breaking. Too many things happening. Too many things got me thinking. Too many things got me blaming. (Acoustic guitar enters) [PART 1: ENERGY WASTED] My wife and her sister Chasing differences. No pride aside. Just shaming. Their mother can’t hurt them anymore. There’s nothing left to be afraid of. I wish they’d realize They’re both beautiful. They both made it. No love shared. Just energy wasted. I’m just saying… That’s not how Sherry raised me. [PAUSE] [PART 2: HAZY] Insecurities got my mind state Negative and shady. Inspiration lazy. Smoke in the sky. Questions in my mind. Is this real? Or am I just making my vision hazy? Fear has me walking Night shifts cautiously. Patience framed naked. What’s left to hide When your birthday suit Becomes a permanent statement? [ACOUSTIC PERCUSSION ENTERS] [PART 3: COMMON GROUND] My heart beats cold. My blood runs hot. Top floor. Basement. If you’re not from where I grew up Maybe our common ground Won’t stand beneath your feet. I levitate in amazement. What traumatized my brain Stained me with the same blood That taught me change was impossible. Maybe… Maybe if I rearrange the letters of my name I’ll save face. [PAUSE] [PART 4: LOOK THEM IN THE EYE] You better never look somebody in the eye If you’re scared Of what your soul might display. That’s the place You tried to erase. Beaten. Battered. Bruised. Trembling. Afraid. Afraid you’ll lose yourself. Afraid you’ll choose your choice Based on a faith You haven’t found yet. [BEAT SLOWLY BUILDS] [PART 5: MONSTERS] Pile the pews. Prepare the prayers. Under the bed. Through the shadows. Monsters crawl. Fear feeds. Consciousness stalls. Dreams narrow. Tunnel vision. One stitched seam Holding together A fabric of beliefs. [LOW HARMONICA] [FINAL PART: SOMEONE ELSE’S ME] And maybe that’s it. Maybe the monsters aren’t monsters. Maybe the shadows aren’t shadows. Maybe the fear isn’t fear. Maybe it’s just me. Searching for me. Trying to save me. Trying to become me. Sewn within a fabric Cut by no one else But someone’s me. [OUTRO] (Fire crackling) What’s up… I’m just being real with y’all.

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