# TOMORROW IS NOT OURS **[TITLE: TOMORROW IS NOT OURS]** **[ARTIST: Earthling]** **[GENRE: Spoken Folk, Hip-Hop Soul, Conscious Anthem]** **[MOOD: Urgent, Compassionate, Grounded, Reflective, Determined]** **[TEMPO: 86 BPM - steady heartbeat]** **[KEY: E Minor]** **[RUNTIME: 4:00]** **[VOCAL STYLE]** [Conversational baritone with natural grit. Verses half-sung/half-spoken like early Atmosphere or Sage Francis. Chorus opens into melody but stays grounded. Bridge is pure spoken word—close, urgent, intimate.] **[INSTRUMENTATION]** [Acoustic guitar (fingerpicked → strummed), hip-hop kick/snare (organic, not programmed), deep round bass, atmospheric pads, sparse piano, texture swells in final chorus] ----- **[Intro]** [(Low kick fades in like a heartbeat. Acoustic guitar enters with a steady, driving fingerpicked pattern. Bass grounds it. Atmospheric pad hums beneath.)] ----- **[Verse 1]** *(half-sung, conversational)* Hey—I’m human, hey my friends, I see hate moving through people everywhere again It’s all Gregory here, yeah I’m on my way to work, Thinking ’bout the songs we sing while the world still hurts We sing for the children, hear them cry “why?” While the grown-ups argue truth like it’s something to buy I heard what you gave me, I felt it land— There is a tomorrow, but it’s not in our hands If we choke it with power, Compartmentalized fear, Authority shouting while love disappears ----- **[Chorus]** *(melodic, open, grounded)* Tomorrow is not ours If we starve it today Love isn’t louder When we look away Give the children attention, Give them time, give them truth, Or the future will grow up Thinking lies are the proof Tomorrow is not ours— It’s borrowed, it’s small It lives in the way We treat each other at all ----- **[Verse 2]** *(half-spoken, building intensity)* There’s a narcissist loose, soaking up the light, Drinking every mirror, calling hunger “might” Bigger than the moment, louder than the room, Selling borrowed courage like a coming-of-age costume But power without care is a crack in the ground, And every child feels it though they don’t make a sound This ain’t left or right, this ain’t them or us, It’s whether we protect what’s fragile and trust ----- **[Chorus]** *(fuller, piano accents enter)* Tomorrow is not ours If we weaponize fear If we talk over pain Instead of leaning near Give the children attention, Give them space to be seen, ’Cause the future remembers What “love” really means ----- **[Bridge]** *(beat strips back to kick and bass only—spoken word, urgent, close-mic’d)* This isn’t poetry for applause. This is a task at hand. Make sure the future doesn’t wake up and say: “They knew… and they still chose themselves.” ----- **[Final Chorus]** *(full arrangement—guitar strummed, pads swell, piano rises, backing harmonies enter softly)* Tomorrow is not ours— It’s watching us now In the way we listen, In the way we bow If we give them our presence, If we give them our best, The future won’t say “never”— It’ll say “they tried… and they blessed” ----- **[Outro]** *(music falls away to just acoustic guitar, then silence)* Love the children. Every time. **[End]**
