“One Blood, Many Stories”

(Verse 1)
They drew lines in the sand, then they called it truth
Painted shades into boxes, handed lies to the youth
Said you’re this, I’m that, based on surface and sight
But the pulse in our veins don’t divide black and white

We were born into names we didn’t design
Given roles, given labels, told to fall into line
But I look in the mirror and I don’t see a side
Just a soul in a body tryin’ to live and survive

(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah, the world built walls out of fear and control
Turned a difference in pigment into something that stole
From the core of connection, from the truth we all share
If you cut us open, it’s the same red there

(Chorus)
One blood, one breath, one sky above
We complicate hate, but we’re simple in love
Call it race, call it lines, call it anything you want
But we all fall down and we all get up
It’s one blood, one name we forget to say
Human first, everything else fades
If we stopped believing what divides us apart
We’d remember who we are in the dark

(Verse 2)
They’ll say it’s not that easy, history runs deep
Echoes of injustice don’t just fall asleep
And they’re right—pain lingers, truth cuts through
You can’t erase the past just by changing your view

But maybe the shift is in how we see
Not denying the scars, but the possibility
That the cages we carry ain’t locked at the door
And the keys been inside us the whole time before

(Bridge)
Not blind to the struggle, not deaf to the cries
But I question the systems that keep us tied
To a cycle repeating, redefining the pain
When the end of division starts in the brain

(Chorus)
One blood, one breath, one sky above
We complicate hate, but we’re simple in love
Call it race, call it lines, call it anything you want
But we all fall down and we all get up
It’s one blood, one truth we can’t outrun
Different stories, but the same sun
If we stopped holding tight to the parts that divide
We might finally stand on the same side

(Outro)
So I won’t say it’s gone, and I won’t say it’s fake
But I will say the power is ours to reshape
What we pass on, what we choose to see
One human race… or a divided we