(Hey boy, what's your name?)
Real name Chong San, who are you?
(I'm teacher San, rap genius)
(The present of what you
were called before, or your self)
(So, what symptoms brought you here?)
Getting right to the point: I'm in pain
I'm not happy, you could say
I'm close to being unhappy
My body is fine
No, my body feels sick too
Excessive nightmares and drugs
have been waking me up from sleep
(Overdose, I get it, need more drugs?)
I'm already taking enough
Various stimulants, and Zolpidem
and Xanax to sleep, is it common case?
(That's a problem, tell me more)
I don't know either, I'm easily unnerved
Mood swings, a defensive attitude
Can't sleep without pills,
feel discontent and anxious
The pressure mobilizes me,
I make an effort
I stop taking pills but withdrawal symptoms
appear and it ends in vain
(And then?) I vent my distress on my surroundings
(And then?) It drives me to the edge
(No doubt) I overreach for perfection,
torturing me and my family
(I see, what do you want?)
I want to go back
But wait, you a doctor?
(You could say so)
(Let's start the session)
(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
(Wake up, hey you okay?)
Oh my bad, I was lost in thought
(Don't lose me, here's a little test)
(I've prepared a few questions,
reply honestly)
(1. You want everyone to like you?
2. Your mother likes your lyrics the most?)
(3. You prefer the good old days?
4. You exchange your thoughts for money?)
Uhm … uhm … (I already know, all above)
(Good news or bad news first?) The good
(It's no illness, you're just lost,
your compass isn't broken)
And the bad news? (Hmm …)
(You obviously
have to overcome it yourself)
(There's no easy way)
Is that your answer?
(Well kind of, all you get from others
is unsatisfactory advice anyway)
(Drugs make you dependant,
it's a fight, no a war with yourself)
(You have to be determined)
(It'll be hard, your whole body
will hurt, are you scared?)
Hell yeah, but burying my thoughts
to please others is more frightening
The rhymes I've written
are different from who I am
They would be cool coming from BewhY
The lyrics shoot at my face in the mirror,
like The Picture of Dorian Gray
(Woah, don't be hard on yourself)
(If you milk too much you draw blood,
not milk. I hope you will recover)
(Let's end the session, you can wake up)
[Wake up!]
[Wake up bro, wake up!]
[What the f … What are you muttering
to yourself like that?]
[Did you take pills again yesterday?
Oh my God, seriously man]
[Shouldn't you go to the hospital?]
[You didn't sleep and you seem strange]
[I know someone, shall I introduce you?]
[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, I don't need any drugs,
I think I need counseling
Hello?
(That is absolutely impossible,
Mr. Chong San)
(WAKE UP)
