Intro – quiet / wounded] Yeah… (yeah…) Most’ll never understand me… (never…) not my friends… (nah…) not my family… (no…) not my girl… (I tried…) not my kids… (God…) There’s something in me I can’t name… (what is it…?) ⸻ [Verse 1] Most’ll never understand me — not my fam, not my friends (never did…) Not my girl, not my kids — I been fractured within (cracked…) Feel a piece outta place but I don’t know what it is (searchin’…) Been labeled less-than since I was seven as a kid (since a kid…) Too brown for the white, too white for the brown (nowhere…) No lane to exist, just a ghost in the crowd (invisible…) They said I wannabe Black how I rap, how I dress (so what?) How I tilt my cap back like I gotta confess (judge me…) Every move dissected, every breath under lens (watchin’…) Turned my life to a trial, I was guilty again (again…) All boos, no claps, never love, just attack (no love…) No grace, no slack — just “you ain’t enough,” facts (say it again…) ⸻ [Hook – melodic / emotional] I been searching for a place I belong (where I fit…) All my life felt like I did it all wrong (all wrong…) All I could ever do is try to stay strong (hold on…) If I’m nothing… why I’m holding on? (why…?) I been searching for a place I belong (somewhere…) All my life felt like I did it all wrong (still wrong…) All I could ever do is try to stay strong? (don’t break…) If I’m nothing… why I’m holding on? (why… why…) ⸻ [Verse 2 – rising] I learned early, love came with conditions attached (strings…) Smile for the room while they sharpening facts (fake smiles…) Couldn’t cry too loud, couldn’t rage too fast (hold it in…) Had to swallow that pain just to make peace last (choke it down…) They picked at my voice, picked apart my skin (tear me down…) Picked apart my dreams, said I’d never fit in (never…) So I built me a world out the words in my chest (my world…) Turned every “you can’t” into fuel for the next (watch me…) I ain’t fake, I’m survival in motion (I’m real…) Mixed blood, mixed pain, mixed rage, mixed emotions (everything…) I’m the kid they rejected and left with no hope (left me…) Now the same broken boy learned to make it on his own (I did…) ⸻ [Hook – bigger / layered] I been searching for a place I belong (echo: belong…) All my life felt like I did it all wrong (wrong… wrong…) All I could ever do was try to stay strong (don’t fall…) If I’m nothing… why I’m holding on? (hold on…) (repeat with layered harmonies + faint choir “ahhhs”) ⸻ [Bridge – stripped / spoken] Maybe I’m not missing pieces (maybe not…) Maybe they just never saw me whole (never saw…) Maybe I was born between worlds (in-between…) So I had to build my own (my own… my own…) ⸻ 🎸 [GUITAR SOLO – “CALL & RESPONSE PAIN”] (Beat drops out → just ambient hum + soft heartbeat kick) 🎸 Guitar (clean, crying bends): — long bend… (voice: “why…?”) — slide down… (“why me…?”) — double note cry… (“I tried…”) 🎸 Guitar gets dirtier (light distortion): — faster blues run… (“hear me now!”) — bend → hold → feedback sustain (“I’m still here…!”) 🎸 Final phrase (wailing, almost breaking): — high bend → vibrato shake → drop to low note (“I belong… somewhere…”) (Beat slowly returns under the last note) ⸻ [Final Hook – emotional release] I been searching for a place I belong (I belong…!) All my life felt like I did it all wrong (not wrong…!) All I could ever do was try to stay strong (I’m strong…!) If I’m nothing… why I’m holding on? (still holdin’…) I been searching for a place I belong (found it…?) All my life felt like I did it all wrong (maybe not…) All I could ever do was try to stay strong (don’t quit…) If I’m nothing… why I’m holding on? (I’m something…)
