My Tongue

Lyrics

Intro
Yeah.
My tongue.
My time.

Verse 1
I wanna try to use the tongue of who I am, where I'm from,
Some of me that's most I see tries to be super free—reality stung.
By doing all this time to rhyme out someone else's life, it's like
Strike one, strike two, strike three—strike me.

Pre-Hook
Guaranteed, prophecy, Numi tea leaves,
Leave me feeling groggy, foggy on the details.
Lost in echoes, borrowed rails,
Running laps inside another tale.

Hook
So what's it take to lose the fake?
What's at stake? What do I break?
Who's mistake baked this cake?
Who scraped it up and took my plate?

Verse 2
Rake up, scrape up, take up my offer—
Didn't mean to give it, now I'm feeling much softer.
Soft hurt, but don't desert the hardcore,
Say more—I implore myself at war.
Rhyme snatcher, hardcore rapper,
Little whipper snapper, Mad Hatter.
Blood spatter metaphors splatter the chatter,
I'm phatter than the next dad—yeah, that matters.

Bridge
I need that when I feel bad.
I'm so rad. I'm so bad.
Affirmations stacked like armor,
Noise protecting something sad.

Verse 3
I mean, I probably am—
But that's not the point.
The point's the voice before the pose,
The sound before the joint.
Before the badge, before the flex,
Before the mask got appointed.
My tongue remembers who I was
Before I over-anointed.

Outro
So I slow it down.
Say it plain.
If I speak from here,
I don't miss my aim.

Interpretation

Identity conflict and voice reclamation. The speaker detects self-alienation from performing borrowed lives and borrowed styles. Repetition becomes erosion. Creativity turns foggy when authenticity is deferred. The text oscillates between self-critique and ego armor—bravado as a coping mechanism, humor as deflection. Core tension: wanting to speak from origin while addicted to performance. The ending punctures the persona—confidence acknowledged, then dismissed as irrelevant. Emotional tone: restless, self-aware, slightly manic, honest underneath noise.