Pharoahe Monch then signed to Rawkus Records, an indie label. After making several guest appearances on albums like the best-selling Rawkus compilation Soundbombing 2, Monch's much-hyped debut, Internal Affairs was released in 1999. The first single of the album, "Simon Says", was a major hit in 1999; he was later sued for the use of a Godzilla sample for the beat. He also had a 2001 hit with "Got You," though the single ultimately didn't sell well, and he also contributed the track "Fuck You" to the Training Day soundtrack. In 2003, Pharoahe released his final single through Rawkus Records, "Agent Orange", a war-inspired song that revisited the 1991 Organized Konfusion track "Releasing Hypnotical Gases".
Pharoahe's song "Simon Says" was featured in the 2000 cinematic release Charlie's Angels. Viewers will recognize the song and backbeat in the scene where Sam Rockwell is lighting a cigarette in the castle while holding Drew Barrymore hostage. Two of Monch's songs, "Right Here" and "Simon Says" were featured in the movie Boiler Room.
Pharoahe is also affiliated with the rap group The HRSMN. Although not a member of the group (there are only four real members), he is constantly linked to someday join the group when/if they ever expand.
There were rumors his next album, Innervisions, was to be released under Denaun Porter's new Shady Records imprint Runyon Ave., but apparently, the deal fell through; Monch has since announced a deal with Street Records Corporation, home of Wu-Tang Clan, David Banner, and Terror Squad. In June 2007 Monch released his second solo album Desire to critical acclaim. Monch said about the album; "...it's very soulful, very gospel, a fresh, new sound for me." The album's lead single was the self-produced track "Push", with "Let's Go" as its B-Side. The song's music video and single were released in late September 2006. Monch released a second music video entitled "When the Gun Draws" at a Brooklyn music festival in February 2007.
Monch also produced and ghost-wrote the track The Future and ghost-wrote the track Hold Up with Mobb Deep member Havoc on rap mogul Diddy's latest album Press Play. Critics contest that Monch's writing is evident in both the content and the delivery of Diddy's rhymes.
Pharoahe Monch sang the Madden NFL 2002 theme for the game and six years later Desire was featured on the soundtrack of Madden NFL 08.
Pharoahe Monch will release his third solo album W.A.R. (Let My People Go) in 2009. He revealed that the album will be a "throwback to 1993, '94 hip-hop" and will feature production by Black Milk, Mr. Porter, Lee Stone & M-Phazes. A ten-year anniversary re-issue of Internal Affairs will also be released featuring a documentary about the making of the album.
Losing My Mind
Pharoahe Monch Lyrics
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An hourglass without sand
Suspended within space and time
I walk a thin line
Amongst the masses all alone
A furnished house with no one home
I see through walls that's hard to climb
I'm losing my mind
No medicaid, no medication
Thinking you're better off dead
Instead should have been dedicated to education
I spin, the cylinder on my revolver
I spin, the cylinder
Would someone explain who'd leave a dick in charge of a bush
Of a colon I'm screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed
An infant's insides, outside of his body
Inside of a place of worship, ungodly
Out cries tears "Dear God, where are we?"
That's what I scream towards the skyline but probably
No one can hear a word of what I was saying
Insurgents surged in the temple where I was praying
Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pass by
Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flash drive I'd
For peace of mind, install an external drive
So I'd be more driven internally to survive I'm
A clock without a minute hand
An hourglass without sand
(So I suspend, the cylinder on my revolver
I spin, the cylinder on my revolver)
Amongst the masses all alone
A furnished house with no one home
(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver
I suspend, the cylinder on my revolver)
My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental health
It was more or less an issue for white families with wealth
Void, I defected, employed self annoyed
Went independent, enjoyed stealth
Now doctors prescribed sedatives and Prozac
The rent's cheaper in the ghetto but you can't go back
So I, suspend the cylinder on my revolver
Then, maybe let it draw blood like Chupacabra
And dissolve into the abyss, without evolving
Instead of revolving around the habitual problem solver
Research like, George Washington Carver
But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart then
Part, instead of being incredibly defiant
Peddle through revenue issues I'll do it for medical science
It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and pious
Settling for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm
A clock without a minute hand
An hourglass without sand
Suspended within space and time
I walk a thin line
Amongst the masses all alone
A furnished house with no one home
I can see through walls it's hard to climb
I'm losing my, I'm losing my mind
The song "Losing My Mind" by Pharoahe Monch is a powerful description of the struggles of mental health issues. The song is characterized by the lyrics that highlight the feelings of loneliness, confusion, and despair that accompany mental health struggles. Monch paints a bleak picture with the opening lyrics, describing himself as a clock without a minute hand and an hourglass without sand, showing his perception of timelessness and the sense of being stuck in the same place. The song's rhythm is also evocative of Monch’s mental state, with the music being offbeat and uneasy.
Monch talks about how the healthcare system and society at large fail to support those struggling with mental health issues. He mentions how he feels helpless, alone, and without any support, which leads him to contemplate suicide, believing that he is better off dead. He also expresses frustration with the inability of his community to address and discuss issues of mental health, and how he struggles to find the right medication to help him cope.
The song also highlights issues of race and class, with Monch describing how poor black communities lack the necessary resources and support systems that are essential when dealing with issues of mental health. The song concludes with Monch contemplating the difficulties he faces in dealing with the issues of mental health and how he would prefer to deal with his problems rather than waiting for the government's help.
Overall, "Losing My Mind" is a hauntingly beautiful song that brings to light the hardships that come with mental health issues. Monch's raw and evocative lyrics offer insight into a complex issue that affects millions worldwide.
Line by Line Meaning
A clock without a minute hand
I feel like I'm stuck in time and incapable of moving forward or measuring progress.
An hourglass without sand
I feel like my time is running out and there's nothing I can do to slow it down or make it meaningful.
Suspended within space and time
I feel like I'm floating aimlessly and disconnected from any sense of purpose or belonging.
I walk a thin line
I'm balancing between sanity and madness, hope and despair, and it's a delicate balance that could tip at any moment.
Amongst the masses all alone
I'm surrounded by people but I feel completely isolated and misunderstood.
A furnished house with no one home
I have all the material comforts anyone could want, but I feel empty and numb inside.
I see through walls that's hard to climb
I'm able to see the obstacles that are preventing me from getting better, but they seem insurmountable and overwhelming.
No medicaid, no medication
I don't have access to the healthcare and resources I need to cope with my mental health issues, and it's causing me great pain and distress.
Thinking you're better off dead
I'm at the point where I'm considering suicide as a way out of my suffering because it feels like there's no other escape.
Instead should have been dedicated to education
I wish I had been taught how to take care of my mental health, identify my triggers and symptoms early on, and seek help before it spiraled out of control.
I spin, the cylinder on my revolver
I'm toying with the idea of suicide by playing Russian roulette, but I'm not sure if I have the courage to pull the trigger.
A dick in charge of a bush
I'm frustrated with the ineptitude and incompetence of those in power, who seem more concerned with their own egos than the well-being of their constituents.
Of a colon I'm screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed
I'm dealing with physical and emotional trauma that feels like I'm in a warzone, and it's taking a toll on my mental health.
An infant's insides, outside of his body
I'm witnessing unspeakable acts of violence and suffering that defy comprehension and decency, and it's haunting me.
Inside of a place of worship, ungodly
I'm seeing hypocrisy and corruption in institutions that are supposed to offer sanctuary and hope, and it's making me question my faith and morality.
Out cries tears 'Dear God, where are we?'
I'm crying out for help and guidance, but it feels like there's no divine intervention or consolation to be found.
That's what I scream towards the skyline but probably
I'm venting my anguish and despair to the universe, but I know deep down that it won't change anything or bring me any comfort.
No one can hear a word of what I was saying
I feel invisible and voiceless, like my suffering and struggles don't matter or are being ignored by society and those in power.
Insurgents surged in the temple where I was praying
I'm dealing with external and internal threats to my mental health and well-being that feel like they're at war with me and my identity.
Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pass by
I'm triggered by anything that reminds me of past traumatic experiences, and it's making it impossible to function or feel safe.
Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flash drive I'd
I wish I could erase or compartmentalize my traumatic memories, but they keep resurfacing and causing me pain and distress.
For peace of mind, install an external drive
I'm trying to find ways to cope with my trauma and manage my emotions that won't lead me to self-destructive behaviors or thoughts.
So I'd be more driven internally to survive I'm
I'm trying to find a sense of purpose and motivation that will help me navigate my mental health challenges and find hope for the future.
My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental health
I come from a culture that stigmatizes and suppresses discussions of mental health, which has made it difficult for me to seek help or find understanding.
It was more or less an issue for white families with wealth
Mental health was seen as a luxury or a problem only afflicting privileged, white people, which has created even more barriers and stigma for minorities and marginalized communities.
Void, I defected, employed self annoyed
I've had to cope with my mental health issues on my own, without much support or understanding from others, which has made me feel angry and resentful.
Went independent, enjoyed stealth
I've had to be self-reliant and learn how to hide my struggles and pain from others, which has made me feel isolated but also resilient.
Now doctors prescribed sedatives and Prozac
I'm finally seeking medical help and taking medication to manage my mental health issues, which has been helpful but also complicated and overwhelming.
The rent's cheaper in the ghetto but you can't go back
I've had to make sacrifices and face economic challenges to get the help I need, but it also means giving up certain comforts and privileges I used to have.
Then, maybe let it draw blood like Chupacabra
I'm still struggling with suicidal ideation and the temptation to end my life, even as I seek help and try to manage my emotions.
And dissolve into the abyss, without evolving
I'm scared that I'll never be able to move past my trauma and find peace or happiness, and that my mental health struggles will consume me completely.
Instead of revolving around the habitual problem solver
I'm trying to find new ways of dealing with my mental health issues that go beyond the usual coping mechanisms and self-help strategies.
Research like, George Washington Carver
I'm trying to learn as much as I can about mental health, trauma, and recovery, and apply that knowledge to my own life and struggles.
But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart then
I'm realizing that there are no easy answers or quick fixes when it comes to mental health, and that acceptance, patience, and self-compassion are key to my recovery.
Part, instead of being incredibly defiant
I'm trying to let go of my anger, bitterness, and resistance to ask for help and accept that I need support to overcome my mental health issues.
Peddle through revenue issues I'll do it for medical science
I'm willing to take on financial struggles and challenges if it means I can get the mental health treatment and support I need, and contribute to the research and understanding of mental health issues.
It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and pious
I'm realizing that prioritizing my mental health and well-being is essential to living a fulfilling and authentic life, instead of sacrificing my mental health for the sake of appearances or societal expectations.
Settling for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm
I'm realizing that living with mental health issues requires a lot of patience, self-care, and acceptance, and that I may not ever achieve the same level of joy or brightness as others, but I can still find meaning and purpose in my life despite my struggles.
I'm losing my, I'm losing my mind
I'm still struggling with my mental health issues and the fear that I'll never be able to fully recover or find peace, even as I seek help and try to manage my emotions.
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Written by: TROY JAMERSON
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[Hook 1: Mr Porter]
A clock without a minute hand
An hourglass without sand
Suspended within space and time
I walk a thin line
Amongst the masses all alone
A furnished house with no one home
I see through walls that’s hard to climb
I’m losing my mind
[Verse 1]
No medicaid, no medication
Thinking you're better off dead
Instead should have been dedicated to education
I spin, the cylinder on my revolver
I spin, the cylinder
Would someone explain who’d leave a dick in charge of a bush
Of a colon I’m screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed
An infant’s insides, outside of his body
Inside of a place of worship, ungodly
Out cries tears “Dear God, where are we?”
That’s what I scream towards the skyline but probably
No one can hear a word of what I was saying
Insurgents surged in the temple where I was praying
Now flashbacks wake me abruptly when police pass by
Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flashdrive I’d
For peace of mind, install an external drive
So I’d be more driven internally to survive
I’m...
[Hook 2: Mr Porter (Pharoahe Monch)]
A clock without a minute hand
An hourglass without sand
(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver
I spin, the cylinder on my revolver)
Amongst the masses all alone
A furnished house with no one home
(So I spin, the cylinder on my revolver
I spin, the cylinder on my revolver)
[Verse 2]
My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental health
It was more or less an issue for white families with wealth
Void, I defected, employed self annoyed
Went independent, enjoyed stealth
Now doctors prescribed sedatives and Prozac
The rent’s cheaper in the ghetto but you can’t go back
So I, spin the cylinder on my revolver
Then, maybe let it draw blood like Chupacabra
And dissolve into the abyss, without evolving
Instead of revolving around the habitual problem solver
Research like, George Washington Carver
But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart then
Part, instead of being incredibly defiant
Peddle through revenue issues I’ll do it for medical science
It’s better to be level-headed than to regret it and pious
Settling for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I’m...
[Hook 3: Mr Porter]
A clock without a minute hand
An hourglass without sand
Suspended within space and time
I walk a thin line
Amongst the masses all alone
A furnished house with no one home
I can see through walls it’s hard to climb
I’m losing my- I’m losing my mind
[Outro: Clock ticking]