About This Track
“Gaslight Nation” is a tense, cinematic hip-hop track about the psychological exhaustion of living in a media environment where fear, statistics, disasters, disease, and competing narratives are constantly amplified and reframed. The song captures the feeling of questioning what you’re being told—not because you reject facts, but because you no longer trust the way they are presented. It moves from frustration and overload toward a quieter form of resistance: protecting your own judgment.
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Yeah
Stop gaslighting
I don’t watch the news
All fake, all lies, all fear
(The New Age Project)
I scroll the feed with a knot in my chest, jaw tight
Every headline talks loud, none of it sits right
They dress up fear in costumes, sell it as care
Tell me calm down while they tug at the snare
One channel swears it’s over, the other says run
Same day, same people, say we already won
I’m standing in the middle, feeling split in two
Like my gut’s on mute and my brain’s being sued
They call it data, but it’s theater with charts
Pick a frame, pick a hero, pick a villain to start
I’m not dumb, I can count, I can smell the math
When the numbers start dancing, I don’t clap
They say “trust us,” say it louder each week
Funny how loud talk gets when the claim is weak
I wanna breathe without slogans in my ear
But every sentence lands loaded with fear
I’m not angry at storms or a seasonal flu
I’m angry at scripts that pretend they’re new
Same playbook, different mask on the screen
Same pressure points, same old routine
I feel small in the noise, like I’m losing my grip
Not on facts, but on how much more I can sit
I’m pacing inside my head, counting the cost
Of being talked at, talked down, talked across
Gaslight Nation — don’t tell me what I saw
Gaslight Nation — I know the rules you draw
Gaslight Nation — say it till it sounds true
Gaslight Nation — I’m not buying you
Gaslight Nation — hands off my head
Gaslight Nation — I heard what you said
Gaslight Nation — talk all you want
Gaslight Nation — I don’t respond
They slap a scary nickname on a regular day
Turn drizzle into doom, roll the cameras and pray
Health alert, red alert, panic on cue
Then act shocked when nobody knows what to do
They want heroes and monsters, easy to sell
Cartoons for adults, ring the bell
I got kids asking questions I shouldn’t explain
’Cause adults chose clicks over a steady brain
I watch polls swing wild like a rigged arcade
Ten seats flip-flop based on how it’s portrayed
One says crushed, one says landslide win
Both smiling proud of the doubt they spin
They don’t need to fake it, they tilt the lens
Frame the story sharp, then call it trends
I don’t feel seen, I feel handled, arranged
Like my thoughts are a target they’re trying to change
I came up believing words still meant weight
That warnings were rare, not served on a plate
Now it’s volume over sense, drama on tap
And I’m stuck in the middle just feeling trapped
I wanna stand tall without yelling back
But it’s hard staying calm in a constant attack
Not fists, not tanks, not boots in the street
It’s the grind of being told you’re incomplete
Gaslight Nation — don’t tell me what I saw
Gaslight Nation — I know the rules you draw
Gaslight Nation — say it till it sounds true
Gaslight Nation — I’m not buying you
Gaslight Nation — hands off my head
Gaslight Nation — I heard what you said
Gaslight Nation — talk all you want
Gaslight Nation — I don’t respond
Rapid headlines ricochet, every channel calibrated
Narratives preloaded, angles surgically preselected
Polls swing with precision, banners premeditated
Fear broadcast in loops till cognition’s saturated
Season gets a nickname, every illness got a brand
Danger gets merch before the facts ever land
Noise over meaning, volume over sense deployed
Overheat the gatekeepers till clarity’s destroyed
Dodging angles, dodging scripts, dodging tact and intent
Dodging guilt trips wrapped up as “we’re trying to prevent”
They want motion, reaction, no pause to assess
Keep the tempo so high you don’t question the press
I’m cutting the feed, trimming what enters my brain
Choosing what stays, choosing what’s drained
Call it stubborn, call it wild, say I’m hard to explain
I call it staying intact in a Gaslight Nation
Gaslight Nation — don’t tell me what I saw
Gaslight Nation — I know the rules you draw
Gaslight Nation — keep saying it’s for me
Gaslight Nation — I disagree
Gaslight Nation — hands off my head
Gaslight Nation — I heard what you said
Gaslight Nation — keep the campaign
Gaslight Nation — I walk away
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