[00:30 - 01:45] 🎤 VERSE 1: The Shifting Identity (English - Trade-offs, Rapping, Overlapping)
(Lead Vocal - Melodic, Searching Tone):
Who's child am I gonna be tonight? Tell me now, tell me now, whose child, Mama? Whose child am I truly allowed to claim as mine? This burden of always changing the story, the narrative, the very core of my identity, it weighs down heavy on my young spirit.
(Second Vocal - Rapping, Urgent Whisper - Trade-off with Lead):
Yo, hold up, I need the details! Tell me straight up, whose kid I gotta be this time? The script's flipped again, the plot thickens, the whole damn thing is a complicated mess of secrecy and sorrow. Whose child? Give me the alias, the fake name, the cover story before the doorbell rings. I need to be ready, I need to wear the mask.
(Lead Vocal - Melodic, Deepening Sorrow):
Whose bed am I gonna sleep in tonight? Is it the one in the corner, hidden from view, or the makeshift pallet in the back room? Where is the sanctuary for a soul that doesn't officially exist in this home? Whose bed, whose shelter, whose fleeting comfort will be mine just for this single night?
(Second Vocal - Rapping, Frustrated Energy - Trade-off with Lead):
The pressure's building, the clock's ticking, whose mattress? Gotta know the location, gotta know the rules of the house. No noise, no sign, just disappear into the shadows when the company arrives. Just tell me where to hide, tell me where to rest my weary, troubled mind tonight.
(Lead Vocal - Confessional, Direct):
You told the other ones I was your brother's child. A simple lie, a clean explanation, a story to put off the questions. But it doesn't stop the ache in my heart, Mama. Your brother's child, a fictitious nephew, a necessary invention for your reputation.
(Second Vocal - Overlapping Voices - Fast-Paced Rapping):
The story always changed! Yeah, one day it’s the brother, the next week it's the sister. The family tree’s constantly rearranged, a confusing shuffle of relatives and excuses. I’m just the secret, the unmentionable truth you keep locked behind the cupboard door. This deception, this constant performance, it’s wearing thin, Mama.
(Lead Vocal - Growing Desperation):
You told some other ones I was your sister's child. Another version, another layer of deceit piled high. The sister's child, the cousin from far away, the convenient stranger. The list of identities is getting too long to track, too heavy to carry on my back.
(Second Vocal - Overlapping Voices - Anguished Tone):
And every time they come to the house, every single time the visitors arrive, the routine is the same, the panic sets in, the shame washes over me. I’ve got to change my name! Identity switch, code red, emergency alias activated!
(Lead Vocal - Pleading Repetition):
Every time the routine is always against my side.
[Music fades slowly]
