Verse 1) Meet a young brother by the name of Malik Quiet kid, heavy eyes, never really would speak Born in a house full of lions, loud voices and rage But he was writing poetry on the back of a page. His pops was a mechanic, hands greasy and tough Expected his seed to be rugged, maybe a little bit rough "Boy, put down that book and come hold this light" But Malik was dreaming of galaxies and the dead of the night. See, the family was rooted in a specific tradition Work hard, pay bills, don’t have no ambition Beyond the county line. That’s just how it was designed. But Malik had a vision that was one of a kind. He didn’t laugh at the jokes at the Sunday dinner So his uncles looked at him like he wasn't a winner. "He’s soft," they whispered, loud enough for him to hear Planting seeds of insecurity, watering 'em with fear. He was the static on their channel, the fuzz on the screen A color they couldn’t process, if you know what I mean. The black sheep, but really he was just a rare breed Trying to bloom in a garden full of tangled-up weed.
(Chorus) (Singing - Soulful and melodic) Sometimes you gotta walk the road alone When the house you live in never felt like home. They call you different, they call you strange But you’re just the first one brave enough to change. Yeah, brave enough to change. It’s a lonely frequencies, tuning out the noise Finding your own peace, finding your own voice.
(Verse 2) Fast forward, sixteen, now the tension is thick Every conversation ending in a fight, feeling sick. Pops yelling, "You think you’re better than us?" Cause Malik got an A on a paper and didn't make a fuss? Nah, it wasn't arrogance, it was just separation A growing divide, a lack of communication. He didn't wanna fix cars, he wanted to fix minds Study psychology, leave the grease behind. But to them, that was an insult to the way they survived Like he was spitting on the struggle that kept them alive. So one rainy Tuesday, bags packed by the door Pops said, "If you leave, don't come back no more." Malik looked at his mother, she looked at the floor Silence loud as a gunshot, shaking the core. He stepped into the cold, feeling heavy but free The black sheep exiled from the family tree. Slept on a cousin’s couch, picked up double shifts Saving every penny, relying on his gifts. It’s funny how the ones who supposed to love you the most Become the ones you gotta hide from, turning into a ghost.
(Chorus) Sometimes you gotta walk the road alone When the house you live in never felt like home. They call you different, they call you strange But you’re just the first one brave enough to change. Yeah, brave enough to change. It’s a lonely frequencies, tuning out the noise Finding your own peace, finding your own voice.
