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Alma Alesio - Pulse Lyrics

[Intro: Babajide the WINTA MAN]
Ayy, WINTA MAN

[Chorus: Big Armenta]
To twist in the light
To color outside the lines
With hues of my own making
I am the storm no one saw coming
The silence before a revelation
A voice rising above the chorus
A laugh that shatters glass ceilings
A heart that dares to beat in rhythms

[Verse 1: Slick Sarge]
In the quiet of a spring morning
Where the air is thick with new beginnings
I stand, a seed unfurling
Roots stretching deeper than the world expects
Each day a canvas
Brushes dripping with defiance
I paint outside the lines
Coloring the edges of doubt
Bold strokes of “I can”
Filling the spaces where fears linger
They said the sky was a ceiling
That I should grow within boundaries
But my branches reach for the sun
Twisting and turning
[Chorus: Big Armenta]
To twist in the light
To color outside the lines
With hues of my own making
I am the storm no one saw coming
The silence before a revelation
A voice rising above the chorus
A laugh that shatters glass ceilings
A heart that dares to beat in rhythms

[Interlude: Babajide the WINTA MAN]
WINTA MAN
Run it!

[Verse 2: Nova Flexx]
Defying the gravity of their expectations
Fluttering like wings, unchained
A symphony of whispers surround me
"Stay small, stay safe" they chant
But in my chest beats a drum
A rhythm of rebellion
Each heartbeat a vow to rise
To shatter the mold cast upon me
In the mirror, I reflect possibility
Not the shape of their visions
But the wildness of dreams, trembling
Ready to take flight on the winds of the unthinkable
[Chorus: Big Armenta]
To twist in the light
To color outside the lines
With hues of my own making
I am the storm no one saw coming
The silence before a revelation
A voice rising above the chorus
A laugh that shatters glass ceilings
A heart that dares to beat in rhythms

[Verse 3: Babajide the WINTA MAN]
And I smile, knowing the power
Of what it means to be free
So let the world make its predictions
I am not a number, a label, or a title
I am the storm that shakes the foundation
The quiet uprising, the roar of the unheard
And in my defiance, I bloom
A fierce wildflower breaking through concrete
Ana m agba ya, m na-agba ya, enweghị akara
Igbo nke abuo m, bekee nke mbu m
Ịhụnanya mba ụwa niile (International)

[Chorus: Big Armenta]
To twist in the light
To color outside the lines
With hues of my own making
I am the storm no one saw coming
The silence before a revelation
A voice rising above the chorus
A laugh that shatters glass ceilings
A heart that dares to beat in rhythms
[Outro: Keenan Kuligowski]
In the quiet hum of a small town
They draw lines in the sand
But beneath the surface
A whisper stirs (A whisper stirs)
A pulse of defiance (Pulsing)
Like a seed cracking through concrete