Hey, hey everybody! I hope you’re all doing well. Just got back from Bulgaria, and let me tell you, moving houses is no joke, especially with my missing ligament haha. It’s been a wild ride, but we made it! Now, we’re on the road to Kendal Calling Festival with State of Satta—super excited for that!
This song is called “My Island.” It’s a deep dive into mental health, inspired by my own journey and the experiences of others I’ve met along the way. Originally, I wrote it about myself, but I changed the lyrics to tell the story of a man instead. I’m in a better place now, but this song captures those moments of struggle and connection.
If you’re struggling with mental health, remember it’s okay to ask for help. There’s no shame in it, and you might be surprised at how many people are willing to support you. We often feel like it’s us against the world, but there are always more people on our side than we realize. You are loved and valued.
A massive thank you to our community and to the music that has helped me through so much. Your support means everything. Don’t forget to hit like, subscribe, and share. All the love! 💖
Lyrics:
They say a man with no roots is a dead man,
But he's got so many that he was born in the graveyard.
He's depressed,
Even when he's deeply rested,
He's infested,
By his thoughts that's why he dreams stressed,
He cannot invest,
Even when he deems that it seems best,
Like the bee's nest,
Part of a machine enslaved by business.
Wish he could feel less,
Or feel blessed,
Take that useless heart out of his weak chest.
And as he walks through life,
Silent wars he fights,
Each smile a mask, hiding his inner vice.
A stranger looks at him, dark and thin,
But the mirror makes him wonder if that shadow is truly him.
Each step heavier than the last,
Future on his shoulders,
But he clings to the past,
Never knowing if this is the emotion he asked,
Trying to feel something so he makes the pain last.
Rise up, realize
How many would give up the world
To see it through your eyes.
Rise up,
Each day's a verse in the rap of his life,
Heavy bars he spits, battling with a mic.
On the edge, he stands, where the shadows merge,
Drops beats with his heart just to calm his urges.
His voice cuts deep, over tracks of pain,
Each lyric a scar, each verse a chain.
Bar after bar, he learned to play the game
That's when he knew he was not the same.
He changed inside, felt his heart shift gear,
Saw the world through new eyes, wiped away the tear.
Each day a step, walking through the fear,
Finding peace in the chaos, the path starts to clear.
Now he's speaking truths in the beats he lays,
Every word a weapon, in the war he plays.
Real talk, no more hiding in the haze,
Nuff love to keep his heart ablaze.
Rise up, realize
How many would give up the world
To see it through your eyes.
Rise up,
Rise up, realize
How many would give up the world
To see it through your eyes.
Rise up,
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