I LOVE YOU [INTRO — MONO / SPOKEN / QUIET] I ain’t saying this ’cause everything perfect. I’m saying it because it ain’t. [2-BEAT REST] And I still mean it. [HORN STAB] HOOK I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. Even when you make me proud. Even when you break my heart. I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. Not because I can’t see the scars. Because I can. VERSE 1 — MY PEOPLE I love us. That’s why some things hit different. Love ain’t blind— love notice when the house need fixing. I see the brilliance. I see the wounds. See the humor in the room when life gave us nothing to laugh to. See the rhythm. See the language. See the style they keep borrowing. See kids make beauty out of blocks everybody else stopped honoring. But I see us hurt us too. That’s the part I can’t duck. Pride turn to poison. Pain get passed down. Sometimes survival get stuck. And I know a wound can teach a hand how to swing. Know a system can break a family then blame the family for breaking. Know what happened to housing. Schools. Work. Courts. Dreams. Know pressure can become culture when pressure last generations deep. Still— understanding ain’t excusing. Love don’t mean look away. If I know where the hurt came from, I got more reason to help change the way. HOOK I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. Not the version they sell. The one underneath it. I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. Enough to tell the truth and still stand with you in it. VERSE 2 — HUMANITY Then I look past my block. Same tears. Different language. Mother somewhere holding a child while the whole world call it statistics. Man working twelve hours still can’t keep food in the kitchen. Family leaving everything they know just to survive somebody else’s ambition. Wars got logos. Poverty got zip codes. Somebody profits every time another human gets squeezed low. Whole nations rich in resources, people still can’t touch the wealth. Meanwhile somebody on a screen telling everybody their struggle is somebody else’s fault. That’s the trick. Keep the hurting people mad at hurting people. Keep the bottom fighting sideways so nobody looks above the ceiling. And I can’t fix the world. I know that. But I refuse to let knowing that make my heart cold. If I can bring light to one room, build one thing, teach one truth, help one person stand straighter than they stood before I came through— then that’s something. BRIDGE Maybe love ain’t always soft. Maybe sometimes love looks like work. Like showing up. Like building. Like telling the truth without losing tenderness. VERSE 3 — PURPOSE / DEVOTION And if I got a gift, I don’t wanna wear it like jewelry. I wanna use it. If I can create, let creation carry something useful. If I can speak, let somebody hear courage in it. If I can imagine a better way, let me put some structure to it. ‘Cause all this ability can’t just be for applause. Every door ain’t an opportunity if I forget who gave me the cause. So when I say I love my people— I mean I want us whole. When I say I love humanity— I mean I can’t enjoy peace while pretending I don’t see pain. And when I look above all of that— past race, past country, past name— I know love didn’t start with me. I received it before I knew how to explain it. FINAL HOOK — FULL STEREO / HORNS + SOUL CHOIR SHADOW I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. My people. I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. This whole hurting world. I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. And every good thing in me points back to where love came from. [ORCHESTRA HOLDS] I… [HORN] LOVE… [HORN] YOU. [LONG REST] That’s why I gotta do something with it. [ONE FINAL HORN HIT] [HARD CUT]
