

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – Guitar plucks + percussion] They say I look like them… But I don’t sound like them. So where that leave me? ⸻ [Verse 1] 🎶 Walking through the market, people call me “bro,” Then I start talking, they say “you from where though?” I see the smile but I feel the space, I’m a stranger with a familiar face. Mirror show me something I don’t understand, I look like I belong to this land. But my tongue twist when I try the words, And my accent loud every time I’m heard. Back home they say I’m something else, Over here I’m not quite myself. Two worlds pulling on my name, But neither one feel the same. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook] 🎶 I’m a stranger with my face, Trying to find my place. Walking roads my bloodline knew, But they feel brand new. Stranger with my face, Searching every place. Trying to figure where I stand… Between the sea and the sand. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2] 🎶 Old man laughing say “you one of us,” Young boys listening when I start to talk. Little kids staring like they see a ghost, Like I’m someone they supposed to know. I ask my driver “where you think I’m from?” He say “you from here, but you also not.” That sentence sitting heavy in my chest, Sound like a truth I ain’t faced yet. Maybe blood don’t mean you belong, Maybe home something you learn over time. Maybe I been gone too long to see, This place still got a place for me. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook] 🎶 I’m a stranger with my face, Trying to find my place. Walking roads my bloodline knew, But they feel brand new. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – Soft vocals] If I look like home… Why I feel like I’m visiting? ⸻ [Final Verse] 🎶 Night ride, city lights moving slow, Window down, warm wind blow. And I realize as the night embrace… I been running my whole life As a stranger with my face. 🎶 ⸻ [Outro – Log drum + guitar fading] Yeah… Maybe this trip… ain’t about where I’m going. Maybe it’s about who I am.
Tags
Afrobeat drums, log drum bass, clean guitar plucks, warm pads, live percussion, vocal chants, soft electric piano
3:34
No
3/23/2026