I Won’t Be That

SOB

hip-hop, boom-bap, soul

Intro

Before they told you what was cool,
before the likes, the trends, the rules…
you already knew how to be you.

Maybe growing up
ain’t about becoming who they want.

Maybe it’s about remembering
who you were before they got involved.

⸻

Chorus

You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT.
Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT.
Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT.
You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK.

Taking it back,
yeah, we’re taking it back.
Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back.

You don’t get to tell me who I am.
You don’t get to tell me who I am.

⸻

Verse 1

He’s fifteen, hoodie up, eyes on the floor,
Tryna be what the crowd might respect him for.
“Man up, don’t cry, better learn how to fight,”
So he buries what he feels every damn night.

Friends say, “Hit this—you scared or what?”
“Everybody does it, quit acting soft.”
One bad choice just to prove he belongs,
Funny how fitting in can lead you wrong.

Then the phone lights up—everybody looks rich,
Fresh shoes, fast cars, perfect-life pics.
Comparing his real life to somebody’s best,
Then wondering why every scroll makes him less.

But strength ain’t pretending that nothing gets through,
And being a man ain’t becoming their view.
Sometimes the hardest damn word is “No.”
You don’t lose yourself just to prove you belong.

⸻

Chorus

You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT.
Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT.
Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT.
You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK.

Taking it back,
yeah, we’re taking it back.
Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back.

You don’t get to tell me who I am.
You don’t get to tell me who I am.

⸻

Verse 2

She’s sixteen, mirror turned into a judge,
Pinching at her waist like it’s never enough.
Every swipe, another face, another shape,
Another filtered lie she was taught to chase.

Too thick, too thin, too plain, too loud,
Show more skin if you wanna stand out.
Fix your nose, fix your lips, fix your thighs—
Whole industry gets rich selling “not quite right.”

Body shaming? B.S.—same initials, same game,
One names the problem, one says what I think of the claim.
Filters sell perfection, insecurity pays,
Got a generation changing just to fit inside a frame.

But she ain’t a product they get to review,
And a trend can’t measure what God put in you.
Let ‘em keep their filters, their standards, their lies—
You weren’t put on this earth to live through strangers’ eyes.

⸻

Chorus

You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT.
Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT.
Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT.
You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK.

Taking it back,
yeah, we’re taking it back.
Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back.

You don’t get to tell me who I am.
You don’t get to tell me who I am.

⸻

Verse 3

They learned your attention is worth more than gold,
Keep you comparing, keep you easy to hold.
Sell you the problem, then sell you the cure,
Make you feel broken, then open the store.

Buy this, wear that, get thinner, get bigger,
Watch what gets likes and they’ll feed you it quicker.
Outrage, envy, beauty and fear—
Whatever keeps both of your eyes right here.

So maybe rebellion ain’t breaking a thing,
Maybe it’s choosing what you let in.
Kill the notifications, walk out that door,
Remember what living was like before.

Call your friend. Go outside. Let the battery die.
Have a conversation looking someone in the eye.
Let ‘em chase numbers—we’re done with that track.
They took our attention—

We’re taking it back.

⸻

Bridge

Put the phone down.
Lift your head.

You don’t need ten thousand strangers
to tell you that you matter.

Say no when you mean no.
Wear what makes you comfortable.
Keep friends who like the real you.

Stop comparing your everyday
to somebody else’s highlight reel.

They can count your clicks.
They can count your views.
They can study everything you do—

But they don’t get to define you.

⸻

Final Chorus

You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT.
Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT.
Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT.
You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK.

Taking it back,
yeah, WE’RE TAKING IT BACK.
Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back.

Put the phone down.
Put your head up.
We’re taking it back.

Let ‘em sell perfect—
WE AIN’T BUYING THAT.
Let ‘em call us different—
WE’RE FINE WITH THAT.

Made in the image of God—remember that.

You don’t get to tell me who I am.
You don’t get to tell me who I am.

Taking it back.

We’re taking it back.

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Intro Before they told you what was cool, before the likes, the trends, the rules… you already knew how to be you. Maybe growing up ain’t about becoming who they want. Maybe it’s about remembering who you were before they got involved. ⸻ Chorus You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT. Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT. Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT. You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK. Taking it back, yeah, we’re taking it back. Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back. You don’t get to tell me who I am. You don’t get to tell me who I am. ⸻ Verse 1 He’s fifteen, hoodie up, eyes on the floor, Tryna be what the crowd might respect him for. “Man up, don’t cry, better learn how to fight,” So he buries what he feels every damn night. Friends say, “Hit this—you scared or what?” “Everybody does it, quit acting soft.” One bad choice just to prove he belongs, Funny how fitting in can lead you wrong. Then the phone lights up—everybody looks rich, Fresh shoes, fast cars, perfect-life pics. Comparing his real life to somebody’s best, Then wondering why every scroll makes him less. But strength ain’t pretending that nothing gets through, And being a man ain’t becoming their view. Sometimes the hardest damn word is “No.” You don’t lose yourself just to prove you belong. ⸻ Chorus You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT. Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT. Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT. You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK. Taking it back, yeah, we’re taking it back. Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back. You don’t get to tell me who I am. You don’t get to tell me who I am. ⸻ Verse 2 She’s sixteen, mirror turned into a judge, Pinching at her waist like it’s never enough. Every swipe, another face, another shape, Another filtered lie she was taught to chase. Too thick, too thin, too plain, too loud, Show more skin if you wanna stand out. Fix your nose, fix your lips, fix your thighs— Whole industry gets rich selling “not quite right.” Body shaming? B.S.—same initials, same game, One names the problem, one says what I think of the claim. Filters sell perfection, insecurity pays, Got a generation changing just to fit inside a frame. But she ain’t a product they get to review, And a trend can’t measure what God put in you. Let ‘em keep their filters, their standards, their lies— You weren’t put on this earth to live through strangers’ eyes. ⸻ Chorus You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT. Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT. Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT. You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK. Taking it back, yeah, we’re taking it back. Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back. You don’t get to tell me who I am. You don’t get to tell me who I am. ⸻ Verse 3 They learned your attention is worth more than gold, Keep you comparing, keep you easy to hold. Sell you the problem, then sell you the cure, Make you feel broken, then open the store. Buy this, wear that, get thinner, get bigger, Watch what gets likes and they’ll feed you it quicker. Outrage, envy, beauty and fear— Whatever keeps both of your eyes right here. So maybe rebellion ain’t breaking a thing, Maybe it’s choosing what you let in. Kill the notifications, walk out that door, Remember what living was like before. Call your friend. Go outside. Let the battery die. Have a conversation looking someone in the eye. Let ‘em chase numbers—we’re done with that track. They took our attention— We’re taking it back. ⸻ Bridge Put the phone down. Lift your head. You don’t need ten thousand strangers to tell you that you matter. Say no when you mean no. Wear what makes you comfortable. Keep friends who like the real you. Stop comparing your everyday to somebody else’s highlight reel. They can count your clicks. They can count your views. They can study everything you do— But they don’t get to define you. ⸻ Final Chorus You tell me who to be—I WON’T BE THAT. Tell me what I need—I DON’T NEED THAT. Tell me I ain’t enough—I DON’T BELIEVE THAT. You want my mind? I’M TAKING IT BACK. Taking it back, yeah, WE’RE TAKING IT BACK. Our time, our lives, our minds—taking it back. Put the phone down. Put your head up. We’re taking it back. Let ‘em sell perfect— WE AIN’T BUYING THAT. Let ‘em call us different— WE’RE FINE WITH THAT. Made in the image of God—remember that. You don’t get to tell me who I am. You don’t get to tell me who I am. Taking it back. We’re taking it back.

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