--"Evil, Incorporated" Album Release 16th of Jan. https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/theunavailable/evil-incorporated-- This part of our war Before I feared the night Told me the world reads color like prophecy And mine was written wrong La-da-da… relax, dear, don’t make a scene Some shades belong behind the curtain That’s how we keep the order clean My mother washed me until her fingers bled As if scrubbing could change a lineage But skin carries stories deeper than water And some stories they hunt like prey A temple door closed inches from my face The lock clicking like a final verdict My god was inside, but I wasn’t Wrong color, wrong caste, wrong name Oh, darling, don’t take it personal It’s simply how the world was made Some of us rise with golden spoons Some learn to smile in the shade No need for anger, honey You know we all have our place We sip our peace on higher floors While you wait by the staircase softly Your comfort is built from my silence Your smile is a weapon dipped in tea Your kindness feels like strangling velvet Soft, polite— but it still suffocates me Skin is not a crime But you measure it like contraband Marking borders on our bodies While you wash your guilt with manicured hands Skin is not a crime But you read mine like a warning sign And every glance you throw like a stone Says I was born on the wrong side of your line A child pointed at me in the market Asked why my shade was “storm-colored” His mother hushed him with a gentle laugh The kind that slices deeper than slurs A man in silk stepped around my prayer rug As if my faith were dirt on his shoes He smiled, said, “We all must know our roles.” His god looked nothing like mine His heaven had no room for my kind Cha-cha-cha… It’s nothing personal, sweetheart We’re civilized—see how we smile? Just stay a while whispered You call it harmony But it sounds like chains You call it order But it tastes like blood You call it tradition But it feels like drowning You hide cruelty in your laughter Bigotry in your pleasantries You built a throne on our broken spines And still ask why we kneel Oh darling, don’t trouble your pretty head, The world just works this way, you know. Some climb the ladders they’re born beside, Some stay right where the shadows go. Why fight the rhythm written long ago? Tradition keeps the world aligned. We flourish in the sun up here, While you learn patience down the line. It’s nothing cruel, it’s nothing harsh, Just how the colors sort themselves. Some pour the wine in golden rooms, And some are better left on shelves. Skin is not a crime But you punish it like sin Caste is not a curse But you carve it into our skin Faith is not a battlefield But you march across ours with flags You crown yourselves with innocence While we bleed under your tags Why so serious, darling? We meant no harm at all Everything’s better when you behave Everything’s peaceful When you stay small Don't you fear my skin? You never touch my soul If you judge our god You never understood your own And if my existence threatens your bone Maybe it wasn’t a throne Just a lie you sat on Too long
