This song is about the struggles most of us are dealing with regarding mental health. It is about the importance of therapy, remembering to take care of ourselves and the people we love in these crazy times. This song "Demons of our memory" is about the enormous set of challenges we face, with so many people now out of work, getting sick from COVID, depression, working/schooling from home, anxiety, fear, and with these circumstances, what we can do to help each other. This song is the 1st single from the upcoming album " SUI GENERIS" from Cymarshall Law & Mudblood , out October 2nd, 2020
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lyrics
Sometimes I feel the world is testing me
Ivory, Ebony, we all feel it eventually
Endlessly, fighting the Demons of Our Memory
I'm trying stop you from stealing my energy
Self medicating, but don't really have a remedy
And they don't always see through all the things that I pretend to be
In need of therapy, can be my own worst enemy
So if you haven't heard from me... check on my mentally
The Fugees once said, everybody wears a mask
I didn't understand it, at the time I was too young to know
I was in for surprises, I got to see ironically
To deal with reality, people wear disguises
For some it's drugs, others alcoholism
I can't diss em', we all got a coping mechanism
Sex, food, television, whats the best decision?
But we never living, when we hide the pessimism
I love it when you smile and laugh, but I know you are surpressing hurt from your past
Suffering in silence
Some about to break or crack
I tell my brothers I love em and they don’t need to say it back
I state a fact I think is necessary
My care is better than any fix that is temporary
That’s elementary from the cradle to the cemetery
Somebodies mental health should never be secondary
Sometimes I feel the world is testing me
Ivory, Ebony, we all feel it eventually
Endlessly, fighting the Demons of Our Memory
I'm trying stop you from stealing my energy
Self medicating, but don't really have a remedy
And they don't always see through all the things that I pretend to be
In need of therapy, can be my own worst enemy
So if you haven't heard from me... check on my mentally
Shonuff, dudes think they so tough
But brothers got it twisted thinking it’s feminine to show love
Now we have a void and I am annoyed
Cause I can’t tell if you hating or if I’m paranoid
Blurred vision, listen it can be stressful
You living in a prison if you driven to be successful
But really you staying busy just to hide the pain
I’m certain the burden comes if you always working
Pass the surface, what I’m writing is deep
Today I read about a Dad whose Son died in his sleep
We all leave alone like we begun
But now this Dad wishes he had more time with his Son
I look at myself, my mind I had to air it out
Sometimes we have to reasses the things we care about
With that said I’m not asking to be forgiven
But I am saying sorry to you if I was ever trippin’ listen
Sometimes I feel the world is testing me
Ivory, Ebony, we all feel it eventually
Endlessly, fighting the Demons of Our Memory
I'm trying stop you from stealing my energy
Self medicating, but don't really have a remedy
And they don't always see through all the things that I pretend to be
In need of therapy, can be my own worst enemy
So if you haven't heard from me... check on my mentally
To calm anxiety I roll a spliff
While my imagination creating enemies that don’t exist
Bringing problems home from work to me is insanity
I try not to take it out on my family
Everybody got a lot on the brain
When we argue in front of the kids, I feel shame
A lot of people don’t deal with they pain
And they hurt looking for someone to blame
Simple and plain, Me, I’m not a specialist
But its clear to me, that some of us need a therapist
Throat Chakra blocked, so we lack expressiveness
Crying for help, without crying at all
Ya’ll caught up in your own lives and don’t see the signs
We not psychics and so we not reading minds
I’m just saying if there’s one love, theres one war
We fighting together check on the people you got love for
Sometimes I feel the world is testing me
Ivory, Ebony, we all feel it eventually
Endlessly, fighting the Demons of Our Memory
I'm trying stop you from stealing my energy
Self medicating, but don't really have a remedy
And they don't always see through all the things that I pretend to be
In need of therapy, can be my own worst enemy
So if you haven't heard from me... check on my mentally
credits
released August 28, 2020
Written by Cymarshall Law , Produced by Mudblood
A New Jersey-based MC of Jamaican descent, born on England's shores, Cymarshall Law makes rhymes that are as worldly and
diverse as his background. He moved overseas from the U.K. to the States when he was nine years old, and a few years later -- influenced by his older brother's infatuation with rap music -- he started penning rhymes....more
