(Hey boy, what’s your name?)
[Real name Chong San, who are you?]
(I’m teacher San, rap genius
The present of the things you’ve been called before
Or your self, yes, now,
what symptoms brought you here?)
[Getting right to the point: I’m in pain
I’m definitely not happy, you could say that I’m close to being unhappy
My body is not sick though, no wait, I think my body isn’t well either
For a while now I’ve been woken up not by my alarm but by excessive nightmares and drugs]
(Overdose, I get it, do you need more drugs?)
[I’m already taking enough as it is
All kinds of stimulants and in order to put those to sleep:
Zolpidem & Xanax, is it common case?]
(You have indeed a problem, tell me more)
[I don’t know myself either, I’m easily unnerved
I have mood swings and a defensive attitude
Without pills I can’t sleep and I suffer from discontent and anxiety
That pressure calls for all kinds of means, I try to make an effort
and stop taking everything for a while but withdrawal symptoms appear right away and it ends without much effect]
(And then?) [I vent my distress on my surroundings]
(And then?) [The situation drives me to the edge]
(No doubt) [I overdo things, striving for perfection I torture myself and my family]
(I see, what do you want?) [I want to go back]
[But wait, you a doctor?]
(Well, you can see me that way
Shall we start the counseling?
We’ll dig until the end, go deeper)
●Yo ayo what the fuck are you doing?
You don’t need no advice
You a strong soldier, you forgot?
This counseling shit is bullshit
He’s not even a real doctor
All you need is more pills
Seriously, you gotta wake up●
Verse 2:
(Wake up, hey you okay?)
[Oh my bad, I was thinking about something else there]
(Don’t lose me, here’s a little test
I have prepared a few questions here
So check them honestly)
(1. Do you want everyone to like you?
2. Is it your mother who likes your lyrics the most?
3. Do you prefer the good old days?
4. Do you exchange your thoughts for money?)
[Uhm … uhm …I already know, all above]
(What do you want to hear first, good news, bad news?)
[The good ones] (It’s not an illness, you just lost your way
Your compass isn’t broken)
[And the bad news?] (Hmm … It’s fucking obvious but
you have to overcome it yourself, there is no easy way)
(Is that your answer?)
[Well kind of, when you ask someone else
for an answer, all you get is unsatisfactory advice anyway
Drugs just make you dependant so it’s a fight with yourself
No, a war. You have to be determined to get well, it might be hard]
(Your whole body will be in pain, are you scared?)
[Hell yeah, but what is more frightening
is burying my thoughts in the casket of pleasing others
The rhymes I’ve written down are so different from who I am,
lyrics that would have been cool if BewhY had rapped them
Those lyrics shoot at the reflection
of my face in the mirror, like The Picture of Dorian Gray]
(Woah woah, don’t be hard on yourself
If you milk [a cow] too much you draw blood, not milk
I hope you will recover, let us end the counseling
You can wake up)
■Wake up wake up wake up bro, wake up bro, wake up!
What the f … What are you muttering to yourself like this?
Did you take something again yesterday?
Oh my God, seriously man
Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?
You didn’t sleep and you seem completely strange
I know someone I can introduce you to, shall I?
Call this number now, call it right now!■
[Hello, I’d like to make an appointment …
Hello? This is the hospital, right?] ●Yes, go on●
[How is Wednesday at 3PM?] ●That’s not possible●
[Then when is it possible?] ●What is it about?●
[I think I need counseling] ●Do you need drugs?●
[No no, I don’t need any drugs, I think I need counseling. Hello? Hello?]
●That is absolutely impossible … Mr. Chong San
WAKE UP!●