BETWEEN THE COLORS

Intro (spoken, whisper to grow)

They spent months casting curses on my life…

All it took — one blink.

*(soft tribal chant under:) “Asho-rai… asho-rai…”

Verse 1

They spent months casting curses on my life —

All it took was one blink from my eyes.

The curse disappeared — gone like smoke in the skies,

My soul scanned it, stamped it “junk mail,” then archived.

Conscious unsubscribed from their dark magic mail;

Your work got dismissed like a cheap prompt — watch it fail.

I don't play by old rules of magic — I write rules that aren’t written yet.

When they try to read my aura, their vision just disconnects.

Pre-Chorus

You scan for code — all you find is noise.

Your sight throws a fit; your system's void of poise.

All you'll get is static — I can't be breached, out of reach of what you preach.

I run on Six Gs — spiritual frequency.

I'm the space between the lines where your lights implode.

Chorus (hook)

When they try to read my aura, their vision glitches —

All you'll get is static. I run on Six G.

Spiritual Wi-Fi — they can’t even connect,

Still decoding Morse while I rewrite reality.

Verse 2

They tried to box me in — I'm not one color on the wheel, I'm the space between.

Can't categorize me. One blink — your disguise will shatter clean.

I speak truth into a storm — watch the falsehoods scatter.

Not one path, I am all paths — every door and every key.

You test my light, get interference — can't register me.

You think the power's in the spell — you missed the art:

Real power’s in the welcome — acceptance in the heart.

Pre-Chorus (variation)

You scan for code — all you find is noise.

Your sight throws a fit; your system's void of poise.

All you'll get is static — I can't be breached, out of reach of what you preach.

I run on Six Gs — spiritual frequency.

Chorus (full)

When they try to read my aura, their vision glitches —

All you'll get is static. I run on Six G.

Spiritual Wi-Fi — they can’t even connect to me,

Still decoding Morse while I rewrite reality.

*(Ad-lib layered: “I’m the space between… not a color… not a cage…”) *

Bridge — Spoken / Rap (breathy, half-spoken)

They spent nights trying to map me, tracing constellations on my skin —

Maps fold — maps burn — I am the new atlas within.

You build rituals, draw lines in the sand — I laugh and rewrite the land.

Acceptance is the key — not the spell — watch a kingdom expand.

(Brief vocal run then drop into chant)

Chorus — Stripped (vocal alone, intimate)

When they try to read my aura, their vision glitches —

All you'll get is static. I run on Six G.

Chorus — Full

When they try to read my aura, their vision glitches —

All you'll get is static. I run on Six G.

Spiritual Wi-Fi — they can’t even connect to me,

Still decoding Morse while I rewrite reality.

Outro (chant / fade)

(chant layered, echoing)

All you'll get is static… static… static…

I run on Six G — I run on Six G…

(whisper) The real power isn’t in the spell — it’s in the acceptance.