Must Be Me

Nov 1, 2023 | Music

Here's my third release, team. "Must Be Me". This track is loosely about mental health, because it's a journey I've been on for years, now. But it's only been the last few years that I've begun to recognize the depth of how my own mental health has affected every area of my own life.
Duration 03:43
Production, Lyrics, Lead Vocal, Mix & Master: Chris Lorensson

Lyrics

[Who didn’t? Whose doesn’t? It can’t be me.]

Chakras misaligned while I shine despite it
Reignite the rhyme just in time reciting mantras
Now I cycle by but my first ride was a Honda
Plug in the AUX to DR-5 and flow like Common

Don’t be their martyr. Become a father
All the disciples could become a daughter
It’s the just the laughter. That I’m after
Might have to be a lyrical master

Friggin’ outcast, then I guess it’s a mash-up
Flipping tables over but the folding chairs will stack up
Kids are folding fortune tellers so they can play M.A.S.H.
People say they know me but they don’t know the half of

Close the blast doors so we can achieve air lock
Skate in the 90’s can’t afford the Airwalks
Racing for climate change you know we’re hot & bothered
Houston, we got a problem. Nothing you got can solve it

Did I bring a gun to a knife fight? [Who didn’t?]
Did all of my trauma just come out sideways? [Whose doesn’t?]
How come everyone around me don’t see it quite my way
It can’t be me I’m just doing my own thing

What do you mean I need therapy? [Who doesn’t?]
That sounds expensive, man. [What isn’t?]
You mean unload this baggage forget about the cabbage
Fix the damage I’ve caused suckas gon be alarmed

With the clarity of diamonds I will rhyme, it’s the finest
Time’s up, pens down, now it’s time to leave the minors
Time to redefine us—a nation of unrefined dust
it’s a must—got to want to redefine us

As cultural designers. Commonwealth suppliers
Not the past where it’s ass got the Earth caught on fire
Youth put the sign up, “Firemen for Hire”
Juvenile cleanup crew while the baby boom retires

Muscle for hire got the flight time backwards
Suckers are juicing losing - born of a bastard
High time we found a unicorn we could capture
Used to proving losing more was a tactic

Trying to picture a world free from the panic
The Polaroid keeps fading taken way out the pasture
Cow tipping got the gun to gray matter
Mother Earth and Man cocked back and aimed at us

Did I bring a gun to a knife fight? [Who didn’t?]
Did all of my trauma just come out sideways? [Whose doesn’t?]
How come everyone around me don’t see it quite my way
It can’t be me I’m just doing my own thing

What do you mean I need therapy? [Who doesn’t?]
That sounds expensive, man. [What isn’t?]
You mean unload this baggage forget about the cabbage
Fix the damage I’ve caused suckas gon be alarmed.

We’re all lost in space like constellations stay patient
Shake the basement with this arrangement so upscaled and
Life lesson better to love than start hating
Then part ways and regret missing a fire session

Intervention. It’s what we need to spit the seed in
It’s the weekend, colors running colors bleeding
Color guard near and far march for freedom
Believing what we already can see is just

Hustling justifications so complacent
We’re hustling outside the game but we can game in
Corner one at 200 pounds it’s CL
You in corner two I think it’s time you come and weighed in

Nothing’s sacred when we call ourselves the “natives”
Waiting for one good rhyme but it’s been ages
Every single time what I find is a snake pit
Filled with all the “greatest MCs” but they’re weightless

Did I bring a gun to a knife fight? [Who didn’t?]
Did all of my trauma just come out sideways? [Whose doesn’t?]
How come everyone around me don’t see it quite my way
It can’t be me I’m just doing my own thing