[Intro]
Stage fright's got me clutching these pills like rosary beads
Green room's spinning, my Lebanese blood starts to bleed
Father's pharmacy wisdom echoing in my head
"Son, take two and call me when you're almost dead"
[Verse 1]
Backstage at Porão, sweating through my clothes
Fighting demons while these hipster kids strike poses
Got that imported anxiety, straight from Beirut
Working-class hero in some borrowed suit
Dad's counting prescriptions, I'm counting breaths
While these São Paulo kids chase chemical deaths
They want authentic? I'll show 'em real
When panic attacks hit, that's how I feel
[Chorus]
Blacklisted, twisted, but I'm still here
Popping pills backstage, facing every fear
Half Brazilian, half Lebanese, fully lost
Being real's a bitch, but I'll pay the cost
F*ck your scene, f*ck your perfect show
I'm breaking down and letting everyone know
[Verse 2]
Dock workers taught me more than these scene kids ever could
About keeping it real when shit ain't looking good
Got promoters calling, "You better not bail"
While I'm dry heaving stories I can't tell
Cultural displacement's got me speaking in tongues
Arabic curses mixed with favela slang, young
Identity crisis? Nah, this is who I am
A pharmaceutical nightmare in a foreign land
[Bridge]
They want the rebellion, they want the show
But nobody sees how deep this shit goes
Anxiety's authentic, that's my truth
Been fighting these battles since my youth
[Verse 3]
Father's white coat haunts me like a ghost
While I'm spitting verses that hurt the most
Underground venue, underground mind
Leave my sanity at the door, I'm running blind
Social rebellion ain't just a game
When your breakdown's real and you can't explain
How a mixed-up kid from the pharmacy
Ended up here, finally breaking free
[Outro]
So blacklist me, I don't give a f*ck
My panic attacks are more real than your luck
Stage fright's just the start of what's wrong
But at least my breakdown makes a hell of a song