Be Me Video (MV)

Lately I'm thinking I'm going crazy
Can't explain away the way my brain is made me
Ain't asking no one to save me, just a little recognition
Haven't gotten very far, at least my key's in the ignition
Focusing on my vision, but they say love is blind
Put myself on mission, is it worth the sacrifice
Time I could be spending, investing in that special someone
What I've done when I could I think I need a streak of dumb luck
Shit, I better shut up, hate to speak into existence
What I think I'm missing and put myself in a position
That I might regret, regressing to a point I passed
Where I wore a mask, scared to show the scars from my past
I say f*ck all that, I want to find out what it means
To have it all sewn up even when shit ain't what it seems
To me, my will ain't free, but at least it's mine
Spending time in my mind to find out what I call I, and me
I use my dough to touch the ray from the sky
See, rolling in fields of green, though I'm already high
Please excuse my rambling, I dabble in expressing how I feel
Through pushing pens to paper, hoping my progression's real
Maybe I'm really going insane
And maybe that's why I can't explain
What's going on in my mental, life don't come with a stencil
And the actions that we take ain't written in with a pencil
Mistakes can't be erased, I'll pace myself to the finish
The race can't be the place, relate to the infinite
So take a moment, maybe a second or two
Say that you want it, make an impression on you
He's only a fool, if he gives up easy
Understand it soon, life ain't supposed to be breezy
But I hope to flow freely behind bars that free me
I don't think I'm going crazy, I'm just starting to be me

Yeah, I don't think I'm going crazy, I'm just starting to be me
Yeah, I don't think I'm going crazy, I'm finally starting to be me

Unfinished painting, lines I'm placing
There's no mistaking in this mirror I'm facing
Broad brush strokes, I flow, unload
Ink from pens and lead from pen's soul, shadings I show
In my eyes, troubling signs, shine through glasses
Unsatisfied sadness, the way due time passes
Dreams most tragic fade to ashes the fastest
In fact no take backs in this space time fabric, huh
Master or slave, hey we all pass away
No guarantee we gon' make it past today
I start turning the tide to find the will to survive
Bubble inside, on the grind to find what I call I
It's me, on canvas, between lines held captive
Differing hues, peach tone, deepening blues I have crafted
A self-portrait, this music is magic, life
Is a benevolent ruse, light a fuse to the casket