The Hate That Tried To Live In Me

THE HATE THAT TRIED TO LIVE IN ME
Shankar’s sitar stretched the sky,
Zakir’s hands made rhythm fly.
The raga spun through history’s seam,
Logic and chaos shared one dream.
No preacher cut that deep in me—
When the tabla’s math set my mind free.
Chorus
The hate that tried to live in me,
Faded in the melody.
Every note a chance to breathe,
To shed the ghost I used to be.
The hate that tried to live in me.
Verse 2 – 
Pedrito’s congas cracked the air,
Havana street met Brooklyn flair.
Voices joined in one heartbeat,
Joy and struggle found their beat.
The clave whispered unity—
And drowned the hate that lived in me.
Chorus
The hate that tried to live in me,
Faded in the melody.
Every rhythm proved it wrong,
Every culture had a song.
The hate that tried to live in me.

Darbuka shimmered sharp and thin,
The dhol rolled thunder deep within.
East and West began to blend,
Boundaries broken beat by end.
My silence sang acoustically—
With the hate that lived in me.

Flamenco strings and heels collide,
Pride and sorrow, side by side.
Her dance was rage and empathy,
Pure defiance set me free.
I bowed to that integrity—
Burned the hate that lived in me.

The hate that tried to live in me,
Faded in the melody.
Every rhythm, every key,
Was stronger than my history.
The hate that tried to live in me.

Hendrix burned a sky of sound,
Cobham’s drums shook holy ground.
One played fire, one played steel,
Both proved how fearless sounds can heal.
Their chaos formed integrity—
And cracked the hate still left in me.

Di Meola raced in double time,
Each run a spark, each phrase a climb.
Latin heat and logic blend,
Precision with no bitter end.
He played what truth refused to be—
And carved the hate right out of me.

Guitar and tabla intertwined,
Shakti’s circle, one design.
No altar, just humanity,
A living, breathing symphony.
McLaughlin’s strings in unity—
Freed the hate that lived in me.

Santana bent one note to plea,
The crowd believed collectively.
No sermon—just electric rain,
Healing joy and open pain.
His tone said what I couldn’t see—
And healed the hate that lived in me.

The hate that tried to live in me,
Faded in the melody.
From tabla roll to rock decree,
It all became one harmony.
The hate that tried to live in me.

Hiromi’s keys set reason free,
Simon thundered brilliantly.
Jazz and rock, pure chemistry,
No border left in memory.
Their laughter out of urgency—
Shook loose the hate that lived in me 

“Mad Tea Time” brewed time and spin,
Cross‑rhythms grinned where rules had been.
Steve’s snare snapped, Zakir replied,
Trick‑beats danced and multiplied.
Chaos wove its symphony—
Unlocked the chains inside of me.
Their joy proved our capacity—
To bury hate in artistry.

I wasn’t saved by faith or creed,
But every artist planting seed.
From raga roots to rock café,
They showed what no text dared to say.
And somewhere Lennon smiled in key,
Daring the world to simply be.
His dream still hums inside of me—
Imagine the hate just blowing away 

Mathrock , world music . Female singer, low range , Jazzy