Headcheck

Wake up, same war, same ceiling

Phone lights up, but I’m not feeling

Scrollin’ through smiles like everybody fine

Meanwhile I’m stuck inside my mind

Sinkin’ in the shower, water runnin’

Heart doin’ laps, brain still gunnin’

Mom text “you good?” I leave it on read

’Cause how I explain this storm in my head

This a headcheck, breath in, slow down

I been fighting my thoughts, goin’ round for round

If you feel that weight pressin’ on your chest too

You ain’t weak, you ain’t weird, that’s a bruise, not you

This a headcheck, eyes up, hold tight

We can talk, we can cry, we can make it through night

If your mind feel loud, let the truth cut through:

You’re not your pain, it’s a thing you move

Therapist chair, I’m tappin’ my shoe

Talkin’ ’bout the parts I never showed you

Dad’s quiet rage, bottles in the sink

Learned real young not to say what I think

Now I’m grown, still scared of my feelings

Laugh it all off, keep pretend healin’

But naming the hurt make it lose that grip

Every single tear like a tiny lift

This a headcheck, breath in, slow down

I been fighting my thoughts, goin’ round for round

If you feel that weight pressin’ on your chest too

You ain’t weak, you ain’t weird, that’s a bruise, not you

This a headcheck, eyes up, hold tight

We can talk, we can cry, we can make it through night

If your mind feel loud, let the truth cut through:

You’re not your pain, it’s a thing you move

Text back “yo, I’m not okay”

Hit send fast, then I look away

Homie call quick, say “I got you, stay”

Sometimes help start with a tiny phrase

Yeah, some days dark, some days bright

Both still count, both still life

If you in that fight, I’m right there too

Repeat this line till you feel it true:

This a headcheck, breath in, slow down

I been fighting my thoughts, goin’ round for round

If you feel that weight pressin’ on your chest too

You ain’t weak, you ain’t weird, that’s a bruise, not you

This a headcheck, eyes up, hold tight

We can talk, we can cry, we can make it through night

If your mind feel loud, let the truth cut through:

You’re not your pain, it’s a thing you move