[Intro – (Whispers, demonic voice)] Yeah… Voices in the wires... Lies in disguise... They don’t want the truth, nah They want us divided... But we still blood... [Verse 1 – (Trap beat drops, dark bass)] Black skin — they say it’s warpaint, “Criminal minds” — what the net paints, Clickbait feeds — no soul, no grace, Built the world, but erased our face. Chains turned digital, still feel the lash, System coded — they delete our past, Hood stories get turned to memes, They laugh while we cry, it’s a cold machine. Asia next, they switch the aim, Mocking names, blame for pain, Kung fu jokes, virus shame, Still we rise, still got flame. Culture rich — silk and scroll, But online trolls just play they role, Twisting truth ‘til it’s all insane, Turnin' dragons into shame. [Hook – (Haunted chant melody with trap drop)] Confusion in the data stream, Tearing us apart with memes. They feed us hate, they blur the scene, But we still breathe — we still dream. We still family, even if it's tough, Blood run deep when the times get rough. Through the lies, through the static and scream, We still fam — ain't no machine break our team. [Verse 2 – (Faster rap flow, echo effects)] Europe flex with the gold and towers, But the roots go deep in stolen powers, Colonial ghosts still haunt the net, But they act like history just forget. Paint white pure, but what that mean? Ain’t no saint with blood in the stream. Divide and rule — the algorithm’s plan, Turnin' human hearts into tribal clans. They pit us all like gladiators, Feed the hate, grow spectators. While we fight over skin and pride, The rich get rich while the truth just hides. Screens glow red like the devil’s eyes, We tap and scroll, swallow the lies. But deep inside, we know what’s right, Unity burns like eternal light. [Bridge – (Whisper to growl transition)] They say: “You ain’t like them,” “They ain’t like you,” But that’s confusion — That ain’t truth. [Final Hook – (Layered vocals, heavenly synths behind dark beat)] Confusion in the data stream, Tearing us apart with memes. They feed us hate, they blur the scene, But we still breathe — we still dream. We still family, even if it's tough, Blood run deep when the times get rough. Through the lies, through the static and scream, We still fam — ain't no machine break our team. [Outro – (Fade out with child voice humming lullaby)] No matter what the world say... We still kin. Black, Asian, white — we all begin... From the same breath, same wind... We still... Family.