

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Half rasp in my throat Whole world on my mind Scroll screen, see smoke Another mama cry Color talk, same block Same fear in our chests Same dirt on our shoes Same cross on our necks Black hoodie, white tee Brown hands, same grief Judge skin, not soul How we call that belief? I been mad, I been prideful Been that "ride if I ride too" But I’m tired of the cycle Devil laughing inside you [Chorus] Bigger picture in God’s hands We all brothers in God’s plan (yeah) Why we dying over gang, flag, pigment When the grave don’t see that difference? Bigger picture in God’s hands All that hatred just quicksand Why we fighting over dark and light When the blood on the ground look the same red bright? [Verse 2] Grandma said, "Child, listen You ain’t less, you ain’t more" Told me Heaven ain’t split Ain’t no color-coded door On the yard, on the tier See the toughest men break See a killer say a prayer See a racist lose faith We all bleed, we all break We all want one safe place You see black, you see white I see hurt in they face I see sons, I see daughters Caught up in dirty water Preachers talk about love But we copy the slaughter [Chorus] Bigger picture in God’s hands We all brothers in God’s plan (all of us) Why we dying over gang, flag, pigment When the grave don’t see that difference? Bigger picture in God’s hands All that hatred just quicksand Why we fighting over dark and light When the blood on the ground look the same red bright?
Tags
rap, Moody trap beat with filtered piano loop and distant choir pad, swung hi-hats and knocking kick; male vocals half-rasped, half-spoken, with tight doubles on key punchlines. Hook widens with stacked harmonies and subtle bass slides, final chorus strips back to beat and raw vocal for a reflective close., hip hop
2:22
No
4/17/2026