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Masks [ft. Miss Yankey]

from Cheaper Than Therapy [Album] by Fisky

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The space between audience and actor
the only thing between me and my main detractor [myself]
a staged play
keeping reality at bay
in the wings watching the story unfold
untold whispers echo
no crowd roars
the final curtain draws
my pens nectar silently leaks applause
appear standoffish
‘cos what if they find out
I’m not this rock
I ain’t got this
I drop it
scared to plant seeds ‘cos mini me will still be me
so adopt this mask
this part man part will not miss
in theory when this argument ends I won’t be here
so expect no synopsis
I’m all for truth but I’m starting to feel like I’m explaining myself
been so many me’s I don’t know which me to leave on the shelf

Each stages possibility feels like infinity limits me
find fluidity in solidity so I live in a soliloquy
saying words I never heard
so don’t ask me why I’m saying them now when back then no-one was around
don’t complicate simplicity
the minute we diminish we leave the vicinity
escape captivity into a world of ability

I’ve encountered too many enemies to not keep my armour close
I guess these karmic ghosts were just looking for a body to host their broken souls
this house has re-homed spirits that roam roads that no-one knows
as I travel the less travelled my tangled shackles unravel
I tackle the gravel in an endless pit of fucked up feelings
I’m locked inside my freedom
lost inside rhymes with no reason
sometimes I get scared demons might creep in whilst I’m sleeping so
I burn my candle at both ends
keeping my mind running over matters that no longer matter
I’m shattered
but I can’t drift into dreams at night
Instead I fight the tiredness
I’ve learnt to function whilst I’m wired I’m wireless
A.I, artificial I, fake me, AC
I mean
how can I stay on task if I don’t protect my energy?
you can’t make me shut down the system that saved me
this is not my mask
this is simply the shards of my past
reminding me to protect my soles from their broken glass

These masks we wear to protect ourselves
two face, faceless, face masks, take off
I'm sick of wearing a mask, I ain't Stanley Ipkiss
more characters in my legacy than Stan Lee
once upon a time I couldn't stand me so
I hide behind the crest of a shield from a family forgotten
rock bottom, nights hold memories from days of the dead
I pray for the day I am free from this cemetery of thoughts
some clemency of sorts, reality distorts
this mask no longer owns me
I'm so used to being lonely
now I feel like you dont know me
maybe we should talk

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from Cheaper Than Therapy [Album], released June 13, 2022
Written + Performed by Fisky, Miss Yankey
Produced by Femi Santiago
Mixed + Mastered by Femi Santiago

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Fisky London, UK

Fisky is a Poet, Rapper, Public Speaker, Founder of Mind Over Matter and member of London’s #Flopoet collective mentored by Natalie ‘The Floacist’ Stewart.

Writing has always been Fisky’s therapist. He draws on his twenty years lived experience with addiction and depression to raise awareness and process his own struggles. ... more

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