Headcheck

[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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:
[Chorus]
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

rap, Boom-bap drums with warm vinyl crackle, mellow jazz piano loop, and deep, round bass. Male vocals, close and conversational on the verses, more urgent and layered in the hook. Subtle vinyl hiss and distant vocal chops add mood. Chorus lifts with doubled vocals and airy harmonies, last hook slightly stripped for an intimate outro.