

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Mama said “Keep your head, they wanna see you bleed” Dirty looks Every hallway, every cracked-up street Teacher said “Tone it down, you’re just angry” Same tone When they call the cops on me Same skin they fear Same skin they copy Same lips they hate Same lips look glossy They don’t see the jobs They just see my hoodie Pray I make it home They don’t want me fully [Chorus] I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior I’m more than the names they put on us You can hate my face, you can hate my shade But you can’t break what my mama made I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior Every scar on my soul is armor Fist in the air, I’ma talk my shit ’Cause skin color don’t mean shit [Verse 2] White man on the board Says “calm down, miss” Same board sign off On some crooked-ass lists Bank say “declined” When the zip code hits But they love our slang And they love our hips Judge bang hammers On my brother’s life Same block, rich kids They gon’ sleep tonight They ask why we mad Like they can’t see cuffs If you got my back Better stand the fuck up (stand up) [Chorus] I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior I’m more than the names they put on us You can hate my face, you can hate my shade But you can’t break what my mama made I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior Every scar on my soul is armor Fist in the air, I’ma talk my shit ’Cause skin color don’t mean shit [Bridge] Black, brown, pale We all bleed red They feed fear Tryna live in our heads Line us up Try to rank our worth But we all the same dust In the same damn earth (yeah) [Chorus] I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior I’m more than the names they put on us You can hate my face, you can hate my shade But you can’t break what my mama made I’m a survivor, I’m a warrior Every scar on my soul is armor Fist in the air, I’ma talk my shit ’Cause skin color don’t mean shit
Tags
rap, Gritty R&B / rap hybrid with female vocals; moody Rhodes keys and sub-heavy drums, detuned vocal chops in the hook. Verses ride a swung, head-nod groove with tight 808s and subtle guitar swells; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and airy pads. Ad-libs slice through with saturation and slapback, last hook lifts with octave-doubled lead and extra percussion for a defiant, victory-lap feel., r&b
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4/5/2026