Title: Red Genre Feel: Dark cinematic spoken-rap / melodic trap poetry Intro Red. They say red is beautiful. They say red is danger. They say red is love. They say red is blood. Maybe they’re all right. Hook Red on her dress, Red on her lips, Red in the sky When the daylight slips. Red in my head, Red on the sheets, Red was the color That followed me. Red like lust, Red like pain, Red like fire Running through rain. Red was never My favorite shade, Till she walked by And the whole world changed. Verse 1 You know people say The color red is fascinating, Dangerous, Beautiful, Hard to look away from. It kills. It bleeds. It does its job Painting violence Until violence gleams. Yes, The color red, A dangerous attraction, One of a kind, The kind that makes a man stare too long And call it a sign. I stood on the sidewalk, Watching red move. Curves in motion. A dress like a wave. Lips like murder. Hair like flame. Eyes like the sun, Too bright, Too close, Too hot to name. A dangerous woman. A dangerous attraction. And I knew better. But knowing better Never stopped the blood From learning how to race. Hook Red on her dress, Red on her lips, Red in the sky When the daylight slips. Red in my head, Red on the sheets, Red was the color That followed me. Red like lust, Red like pain, Red like fire Running through rain. Red was never My favorite shade, Till she walked by And the whole world changed. Verse 2 Flesh and blood. Red is not my favorite color, But it paints lust too perfectly. The pout of her lips, The heat in the room, The way silk moves When the body speaks truth. The soft little danger In a glance too long, The kind of wrong That doesn’t feel wrong Until morning comes. Thighs shifting through silk. Candles breathing low. A moan in the dark. A heartbeat losing control. And under all that beauty, There were wounds Nobody talked about. Bruises beneath skin. Stories locked in the mouth. Pain dressed pretty enough For men not to ask. A feeling greater than the warning. A touch louder than the past. I thought the devil Invented the image. Invented the color. Invented the hunger That makes a man forget A body can be a person Before it is a dream. Pre-Chorus I talked. I swooned. I swept. I fell. One night in red Can look like heaven When it’s walking you to hell. Hook Red on her dress, Red on her lips, Red in the sky When the daylight slips. Red in my head, Red on the sheets, Red was the color That followed me. Red like lust, Red like pain, Red like fire Running through rain. Red was never My favorite shade, Till she walked by And the whole world changed. Verse 3 I woke up the next morning With a sink in my chest, Reached across the bed, Found nothing left. No voice in the room. No shape in the sheets. Just the scent of red Still clinging to me. Perfume and smoke. Heat and regret. A night I could feel But could not protect. Then the news spoke cold. They said she was walking. Just walking. Under the sun. Like life was ordinary. Like death had not already loaded the gun. They said shots rang out. They said people ran. They said wrong place, wrong time, Like that explains How a woman becomes a headline Before anyone understands. She was in danger The whole time she dined with me. The whole time she smiled. The whole time she laughed. The whole time I called her red And never asked What red had survived. Bridge Now I hate that color In certain lights. Hate it on roses. Hate it on wine. Hate it on dresses Moving through night. Because red was her lips, Then red was the street. Red was desire, Then red was concrete. Red was the warning I mistook for art. Red was the stain That stayed on my heart. And I keep thinking, If I knew, Would I have held her different? Would I have asked her name Like it mattered past the moment? Would I have seen the woman Past the danger, Past the fire, Past the body, Past the color? Or would I still be a man Staring at red And calling it beautiful Until it bled? Final Hook Red on her dress, Red on her lips, Red in the sky When the daylight slips. Red in my head, Red on the sheets, Red was the color That haunted me. Red like lust, Red like shame, Red like silence After the flame. Red was never My favorite shade, Now it’s the color Of a debt unpaid. Outro Now, She paints the concrete Her own shade of red. And I stand still, Remembering her dress. Her lips. Her fire. Her eyes. The sun. Red. Beautiful. Dangerous. Gone.
