

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got your questions on repeat "Where you from? No Really" Like my face is a riddle You’re entitled to read Family photo on the wall I’m the shade they crop out small Too brown to blend Too light to belong at all [Chorus] I’m in between the lines you drew Not your box Not made for you You say my story in your words But you don’t feel these bruises burn I’m black in a world that swears it’s blind Still tracing borders on my mind If you don’t see all of me Then you don’t see me at all [Verse 2] Sunday dinner Careful jokes Laugh along so I don’t choke Smile tight Change the subject When the punchline hits my throat You like my style "you’re not like them" Say it twice Like it’s a gem You love the culture But you never ask who bled [Chorus] I’m in between the lines you drew Not your box Not made for you You say my story in your words But you don’t feel these bruises burn I’m black in a world that swears it’s blind Still tracing borders on my mind If you don’t see all of me Then you don’t see me at all [Bridge] I am my mother’s gentle hands My father’s stubborn spine Every curl Every quiet rage Is a history in my eyes I’m not your token Not your trend I won’t fade to make you mend I’ll take up space I’ll say my name (say my name) ’till you learn it Say it right [Chorus] I’m in between the lines you drew Not your box Not made for you You say my story in your words But you don’t feel these bruises burn I’m black in a world that swears it’s blind Still tracing borders on my mind If you don’t see all of me Then you don’t see me at all (at all)
Tags
pop, Warm, midtempo pop with subtle R&B bounce; soft keys and clean electric guitar over a steady, chesty kick. Male vocals up front, intimate in the verses, then the chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a bright, hopeful lift. Light bass slides and finger snaps keep it moving; final chorus adds a simple choir-style backing to underline resilience and pride.
2:47
No
3/29/2026