Inspired by The Dream of Rhonabwy, this surreal rap follows a young man who falls asleep on a rug and wakes inside a chaotic dream of his own family system—every relative, trauma, and expectation taking absurd, exaggerated form. Everyone in This Room Is Me is a tender and wry journey through legacy, identity, and the strange, healing laughter that comes when you realize you don’t have to play every part.

“Tell me about your family.”
Which one? The loud one? The vanished one? 
The one that only shows up in dreams where the wallpaper sighs?
They said it wasn’t therapy, just a ‘constellation session.’
Put the mat down. Close your eyes. See what appears.

Spoiler: it’s always Uncle Arthur trying to reheat beef.

I lay on the rug with a headache halo,
Half a Greggs in my chest, heart soft and shallow. 
Dream slipped sideways, curtains blinked,
Woke in a room that reeked of drink.
There’s Dad—or was—grumbling in chainmail,
Telling Alexa to “bring more ale.”
Mum’s in armour, scrolling her phone,
Likes a grief post, sighs alone.
There’s a knight in the oven, roasting pride,
And Cousin Kay live-streams the ride.
Merlin’s in the hallway burning sage,
Talking about chakras and council tax rage.
I ask, “What’s this?” 
They say: “Your legacy.”
I say: “It smells like fear and celery.”

Everyone in this room is me—
Dressed in roles I didn’t choose to be.
Echoes in my spine, names in my teeth,
Laugh like Dad, blink like Auntie Neith.
This isn’t a dream, it’s a family tree—
With roots in guilt and bad TV.

They pass round trauma like mashed peas,
Uncle G spends twenty minutes on 5G.
Says Arthur’s sword was forged in cash,
From someone’s divorce and a cymbal crash.
Nain (my Nan) says nothing, just stirs her tea,
I look in her cup and swear it sees me.
There’s a baby crying in reverse,
And someone’s arguing with a haunted purse.
I try to leave,  but the hallway folds—
Each door a rerun of stories told.
Mam says, “Don’t you dare walk away,”
But her voice is mine, on delay.

You can’t outrun what sits in your chair.
The stories get up when no one’s there.
Say the name and the table shakes—
You’re not the break, you’re what it makes.

Everyone in this room is me—(Rho, the son, the ghost, the key.)
The hero, the villain, the cup of tea,
The voice that says “don’t look at me.”
I wasn’t born—I was cast in the scene,
Of a dream that dreams of being seen.

Dad stands up, points to the fridge,
Says, “Son, that’s where we kept the bridge.”
I laugh, then cry, then hide my face,
He hugs me hard in a stranger’s place.
Guinevere’s sobbing into the toast,
Says, “We all miss someone the most.
”The wallpaper peels into faces known,
Every pattern’s a voice I’ve outgrown.
I say, “I don’t know who to be,”
And the table whispers, 
“Just be three—The child, the now, the one who sees.”
And I breathe for once without disease.

Woke up on the rug, tea gone cold,
Phone at 2%, stories old.
No thunder cracked, no choirs sang,
Just a headache and a seagull’s clang.
But I walked different through the street,
Less armour. More two feet.
Didn’t call Mam, but I hummed her song,
And smiled when I got the lyric wrong.
Legacy’s not a crown, it’s a grin—
That says “I’ve been through it, and I’m still in.”

Everyone in this room is me—
But I don’t have to play them endlessly.
I set the table, cleared the plate,
Waved at grief and said, “It’s late.”
I’m not the knight, the king, the mess—
I’m just the dreamer. 
And I said yes.

So yeah. It’s weird.
But I think I’m okay with weird.
And if you ever wake up at a table that feels too crowded to breathe—
Try laughing.
That’s what got me out.

Everyone in This Room Is Me

Brick By Brick by smokethatdank

Seeing Ghosts

(Intro)
Can you hear it? The division grows!
Old traditions, how the story goes!
Can you feel it? The tension rising high!
Underneath the same big sky!
Can you hear it? The division grows!
Old traditions, how the story goes!
Can you feel it? The tension rising high!
Underneath the same big sky!

(Verse 1)
Centuries of argument and fight,
Claiming ownership of the sacred light.
From council halls to distant lands,
Divided by their holy stands.
"This is tradition!" "No, this is new!"
"Our interpretation's coming true!"
Brother against brother, so they say,
Till the breaking of the brand new day!

(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, divided we stand!
Two sides of faith in this holy land!
Oh-oh-oh, a house split in two!
Catholic rivalry, what will we do?
Fight the brother, hate the sister, now!
Is this the way, tell us how?
(THIS IS CATHOLIC RIVALRY)
(WHEN TRUTH IS GOD'S WITHIN)

(Verse 2)
One says "Mass," with bells and smoke,
The other shuns the papal yoke.
One has priests in robes of white,
The other claims a purer light.
Different altars, different prayers,
Trapped within these old world snares.
Who wears the crown? Who holds the key?
Lost in sacred rivalry!

(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, divided we stand!
Two sides of faith in this holy land!
Oh-oh-oh, a house split in two!
Catholic rivalry, what will we do?
Fight the brother, hate the sister, now!
Is this the way, tell us how?
(THIS IS CATHOLIC RIVALRY)
(WHEN TRUTH IS GOD'S WITHIN)

(Verse 3)
Same old book, same holy writ,
But the meanings, they don't quite fit.
Born from Peter, strong and old,
A story centuries have told.
Yet the branches break and bend,
Does this division never end?
Still we fight and draw the lines,
Ignoring all the common signs!

(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, divided we stand!
Two sides of faith in this holy land!
Oh-oh-oh, a house split in two!
Catholic rivalry, what will we do?
Fight the brother, hate the sister, now!
Is this the way, tell us how?
(THIS IS CATHOLIC RIVALRY)
(WHEN TRUTH IS GOD'S WITHIN)

(Verse 4)
They chase the power, they chase the name,
Forgetting why the Savior came.
Not for division, not for war,
But for a love that opens every door.
The sacred message, drowned in noise,
Lost amidst the bitter joys.
Still we march, with bitter pride,
With nothing left for us to hide!

(Outro)
Whose side are you on?! (Yeah!)
The battle goes on! (Feel it now!)
Catholic rivalry! (Oh-oh-oh!)
Where do we stand?! (Cut!)
CATHOLIC RIVALRY?!

(Chorus)
Oh-oh-oh, divided we stand!
Two sides of faith in this holy land!
Oh-oh-oh, a house split in two!
Catholic rivalry, what will we do?
Fight the brother, hate the sister, now!
Is this the way, tell us how?
(THIS IS CATHOLIC RIVALRY)
(WHEN TRUTH IS GOD'S WITHIN)

Catholic Rivalry

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