Bow Down and Worship Jah Eye Nation Benjamin

Static in the brain like a busted TV, Shadows talk loud but they don’t know me. Heartbeat racing, world too thin, Mind in a maze, can’t tell where you’ve been. Hold up—breathe. That’s step one truth, Air still free, still yours, still proof. Feet on the ground, feel that floor, You ain’t a ghost—you’re here, for sure. Voices might echo, distort, mislead, But not every thought is a thing you need. Not every fear is a fact that’s real, Not every wound gotta stay unhealed. Look— Sun still rise whether night gets loud, Sky don’t fall ‘cause you lost the crowd. Name five things that you see right now, Bring it back—slow it down somehow. Hands in your sight, count each line, That’s your body saying, “Still mine.” Sip some water, cool that flame, You got a pulse—that’s not a game. They told you lies in the chemical storm, But you still here—that’s your true form. Not the chaos, not the noise, Not the broken-up mental toys. You a human—breath and bone, Not alone, even when alone. There’s a door out the fog you’re in, And it starts with: “I’m here again.” So step by step, don’t rush the climb, Clarity comes one second at a time. If the world feel fake, just anchor tight— Day always breaks through the longest nig