I wrote this the other day after a conversation I had with some really cool friends. We were celebrating their thesis hand in and all of a sudden the conversation got so deep. We talked honestly about how we really felt, which seems to be so rare these days in an age of filters, stories and pretence. After that conversation I decided to write this.

They’re just highlights, you see selected highs not lows
The holidays, the parties, the groupies, the shows
Everything seems lit, it all seems great, whilst you struggle to survive,
boy I can relate

If you look through the seams, peer through the cracks,
see past the monochrome, what’s white or black,
You’ll see what’s real, behind the pretence.
Life isn’t always the best,
Sometimes it doesn’t make sense.

But we are all sharing, sharing, sharing, too much if you ask me,
Tricking each other that we’re fine and dandy
That we have it all figured out, all your followers can see
That we are content, that we are happy
All the time? That’s fine but as I get through this rhyme, I look to my own life when it isn’t sublime

When I’m down and out and can’t share how I feel
Nobody wants to see pain, I can’t say what’s real
So I keep it in, that doesn’t make the story,
I’m a man at the end of the day,
Feelings are not supposed to be for me
So it festers and grows till I’m a prisoner of my mind
Until it all seems helpless and no peace I can find

Until I tie the cord around my neck, or stare at those veins
Hold on, right now I might be sounding insane
But this is the society we’ve created
and we are all to blame
Losing the plot over money and fame

When did we get like this, I guess I’m not enjoying being grown
All these contacts saved over the years, but no one to phone
Over 7 billion people, but everybody’s feeling alone
Bun this I’m done, there’s no place like home

I wrote this because in truth this is often how I feel.
I’m not depressed, but when I’m down it is all to real
We are more connected than ever,
yet I feel more by myself
All I see are facades, this isn’t good for my health

I see the girl that can’t pay for her car but bussed bags on that LV
The guy who has to bang weights to get girls to notice he
Those who look in the mirror and turn to plastic surgery
The mandem that rep gucci but ain’t been to Italy

I have a confession, I have smiles and I have frowns
I’m being transparent with you,
I have ups and I have downs
Days when I stand tall, days when I feel small
And I’m telling you its okay for you to feel this all

Seasons and times, sometimes you are sowing, sometimes you reap
Sometimes its amazing, sometimes you can’t sleep
But I have to be truthful and show you who I am
Imperfect perfection, trying to stick to the plan

I’m done with the fake, I’m bored of the lies
I see the pain, hidden behind your eyes
Be honest, be truthful, stop trying to impress
There’s no success without struggle, no testimony without test.

When we all stop fronting and share who we really are
beyond all the jewellery, the lights and the cars
Maybe just maybe, we will relieve so much stress
But hey, these are my few words, I hope you were blessed.