static in my head

These wise words cut through the static in my head like a kick through the mix,

Every thought’s a broken fader that I’m tryin’ hard to fix.�

Heart talkin’ in 16ths, breath movin’ in 4/4 time,

If I don’t mute these lies inside me, they gon’ drown out every line.Turn my stress down, tune my soul like a snare ’til it sit just right,

Circadian rhythm in my veins, I been off‑beat every night.��

But if hurting heals and healing hurts, then this verse is how I bleed,

Turn my trauma into tempo, let the truth set the speed.��Verse 1 – Voice A (inside the chaos)I grew up where the subwoofers shook more than the preacher’s voice,

Where the only time we listened was when pain made the choice.��

I picked up the pipe, called it “study,” said the darkness was my class,

Called the red lights “revelation” while I ran ’em way too fast.��Every hit was “one last hit,” every sip “research on my soul,”

I said, “I’m learnin’ from the poison,” while it swallowed me whole.��

Told her, “Baby, I’m just searchin’, every breakdown is a sign,”

But she watched my circadian clock spin backwards in my mind.�Rooms louder than the club when I’m alone with what I did,

Old sheets holdin’ silhouettes of all the love I never fixed.��

I kept mixin’ all our memories like I’m boostin’ every flaw,

Turned her heartbeat into feedback, couldn’t hear her peace at all.�Now my chest is electromagnetic, every thought a livin’ wave,

But the signal keeps distorting when I chain myself to blame.��

So I’m prayin’ to the waveform, to the waters in my spine,

“Either drown me or baptize me, just don’t let this stay a lie.”��Verse 2 – Voice B (wise words answering)Heard a whisper through the white noise: “Son, you ain’t a broken track,

You’re a stem that’s still unmastered, you can always bounce it back.”�

“Pain is just a reference mix, not the final stream you are,

Stop mistakin’ every rough cut for your permanent scar.”“You keep sayin’ you’re the victim of the bottle and the pipe,

But you engineer the session every time you hit that swipe.”��

“Step away from cheap escapes, low‑quality in‑ear lies,�

Trade the hiss of instant comfort for a cleaner, sober high.”“Breathe in tempo with your lungs, let the living waters climb

Up your spine like rising faders till they wash your cluttered mind.”��

“Let your heartbeat set the meter, don’t let cravings call the cues,

You ain’t background noise in worship, you’re the main mix in the room.”�“Talk to her with honest rhythm, not that stutter of half‑truth,

Give her space like rests in measures so her soul can find its proof.”��

“And if leaving is her healing, let her walk outside the door,

Love don’t chain two people together just to hear a louder roar.”��Bridge – Two voices, one body(Voice A)

But what if I’m just a stranger in my head, xenon in my brain,

Lit up in this spinal river, scared of who I’ll be when sane?�(Voice B)

Then be the stranger who stays present, not the ghost who runs from pain,

Let discomfort be the yoga that can yoke your mind again.