[intro – soft strings, faint heartbeat percussion] Yeah… They say truth don’t got no friends, but I think truth got footprints. It just walks with whoever still listens. [verse 1 – slow, reflective delivery] I would stand with you, if your hands build and not break. I would sing with you, if your voice rises for the sake of the voiceless. I don’t need your color, I don’t need your creed — just the rhythm in your chest that still beats for something pure. That’s alliance. That’s the only flag I know. [bridge – faint choir hum “oh…”] Justice ain’t a party line — it’s a heartbeat choosing time. [verse 2 – tone deepens, more rhythmic flow] I seen men trade morals for mirrors, lookin’ for reflection instead of correction. But I was raised by struggle, and struggle don’t lie — it tells you who’s real when the world too quiet. Unity don’t mean comfort, it means conviction. I can walk beside you and still tell you you’re wrong, ‘cause love don’t bend — it builds backbone in the storm. [chorus – spoken-sung blend, soft piano under voice] If you stand for right, I’m standin’ too, We don’t need names, we just need truth. If you fight for light, I’ll walk that mile, We don’t need fame, we just need style — the kind that bleeds honest. [verse 3 – rising energy, like a sermon] Right ain’t color-coded. Wrong ain’t always loud. Sometimes the hardest protest is standin’ still in a movin’ crowd. I would unite with anybody who remembers the soul still got rules. You don’t need titles — just tools. We can build heaven right here if we stop waitin’ for the gate. Freedom ain’t far — it’s just faith with a face. [bridge – quieter, more intimate tone] I seen people lose their names just to fit inside the frame. But the frame’s too small for the kind of right we claim. [final chorus – slow and solemn, soft choir harmony joining] If you stand for right, I’m standin’ too, We don’t need names, we just need truth. If you fight for light, I’ll walk that mile, We don’t need fame, we just need style — the kind that bleeds honest. [outro – whisper, fading heartbeat percussion] So I walk with right. Alone if I must, together if I can. ‘Cause wrong don’t need my hand to grow — but right still might.
