“The Invention”

(Verse 1)
They said “this is your color, now pick you a side”
Turned a spectrum to a weapon, let it spread worldwide
Made a hierarchy of melanin and myths
Then convinced everybody that it is what it is

(Verse 2)
But who drew the blueprint? Who profits from the lines?
Who benefits from fear dressed up as design?
If I never learned the label, would I still divide?
Or would I just see another soul with a life?

(Chorus)
What if race is a story that we keep retelling?
A permanent lie with temporary spelling
What if power only lives in the things we defend?
And it dies the moment we stop playing pretend?

(Bridge)
I’m not saying pain is fiction, I’m saying look deeper
At the hands on the strings, not just who’s the speaker
If a system built the lens that we’re looking through
Then maybe changing sight changes “truth” too

(Outro)
So ask yourself—who are you without the divide?
Before the world told you where to stand and why