Prompt / Lyrics
Who you are, a fractured mirror reflecting possibility, could see the kaleidoscope within, who could are you who, a riddle wrapped in skin, did any question, a whisper lost in the wind, no, this is nothing, a void echoing with potential, and this is you, a universe condensed, of the life of your purpose, a map etched on bone, don't matter, a lie whispered dence air then why be, a question mark carved in the sky, and I'm not asking, a command for your core, I'm telling you, a truth waiting to be unearthed, and your arrogance, a shield forged in fear, oh no it's not you, clinging to borrowed identity, don't know, a labyrinth of self-deception, always blaming people you don't know, a dance of projection and denial, nothing show, a blank canvas begging for color, and convince people to keep others off of you, a barricade built on insecurity, is tightening, of self-limitation, directions matter, a compass pointed inward, cause your here, a point of singularity, in the purpose, a reason whispered by the stars, for elimination of hue, And you say in quote, you do it to your self, a phantom threat conjured by doubt, hue, a vibrant spectrum of being, no matter, an affirmation of existence, I am a being of hue, a splash of color against the monochrome, a testament to the infinite. It is no question , you claim its cause, my purpose twisted, bent toward elimination. But I am hue, a splash of vibrant being, a spectrum you can't wash away with your sterile pronouncements. I am hue, echoed thrice, a defiant chorus against your dismissal. And your neglect, that pointed turning away, is a shard of self-inflicted wound, a denial of the tapestry we share. Objectively, you build your fortresses, training in the art of the tangible, but the purpose crumbles in your hands, dust motes dancing in the harsh light of your purposeless pursuit. The security you crave, a phantom limb, itches and aches for recognition. Find your voice not in dominance, but in the messy, uncomfortable act of confronting what you cannot grasp. Fuck it, you say, a flinging of frustration, a dam breaking against the flood of feeling. But beyond the anger, beyond the fear, lies the potential for something more, a bridge built not of matter, but of empathy and understanding, a step towards seeing the hue in everything, including yourself. it is. Who accepts you, come as you are, burdened by doubt, stained by regret, lost in the labyrinth of your own making. The man in the right chair, Jesus, With outstretched hand, a silent invitation. What's left is us, a tapestry of flaws and fractured dreams, each thread unique, woven together by the fragile hope of something more. We create our purpose, sculpting meaning from the chaos, finding solace in the solitude of each other's presence, a shared silence that speaks volumes. A man of you is
Tags
blues, soul, rap, trap bass guitar high hats smooth funk,and and charisma
Duration
4:13
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026