[INTRO] Yeah… We all talk about freedom… But who we freeing but ourselves? [VERSE 1] Everybody got a voice now, everybody got a take, Scrolling through a world that we love to hate, Building up walls while we scream “understand me,” But nobody looking at the man next to family. We chasing approval like it’s oxygen, Likes on a screen just to feel something, But the mirror don’t lie when the lights go dim, And the noise in your soul starts closing in. We talk “my rights,” “my truth,” “my lane,” But forget how to carry somebody else’s pain, And every step forward feels like a race, Till we don’t even see the tears on another face. [HOOK] Set aside me… Set aside pride… If we all stand alone, then the world dies inside… Set aside me… Open your eyes… A life built on love is the reason we rise… [VERSE 2] We building kingdoms on attention and fame, But nobody remembers most of the names, Except the ones who gave when they had nothing left, Who showed up for others when they felt bereft. We say we believe, but we live like kings, Crowns made of ego and material things, And faith gets reduced to a Sunday sound, While the broken still fall through the cracks in the ground. What if greatness ain’t power or gain? What if it’s love when there’s nothing to gain? What if the life we were meant to pursue Is the one where I matter less than you? [HOOK] Set aside me… Set aside pride… If we all stand alone, then the world dies inside… Set aside me… Open your eyes… A life built on love is the reason we rise… [BRIDGE] If I take everything I want… And still leave you empty… What did I really gain? If I win the world… And lose my brother standing next to me… Then I already lost. [FINAL VERSE] This ain’t about religion as a badge or brand, It’s about reaching down and lifting a hand, It’s about breaking cycles we normalize, Like ignoring pain in a stranger’s eyes. We gotta die to the self that only consumes, Make room for a world that isn’t consumed, Less “look at me,” more “I see you,” That’s the only way we break through. [OUTRO] Maybe the revolution ain’t louder… Maybe it’s quieter… Maybe it starts… When we stop making it about us.
