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Imagine
Reggae
Imagine was released on October 10, 2025 by Tesmiss as a part of the album Careless
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Release DateOctober 10, 2025
LabelTesmiss
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tesmiss
Tesmiss
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Serge Monpoeho
Serge Monpoeho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tesmiss
Tesmiss
Producer

Lyrics

"If I’d done what he did, would I be free?
Would I still breathe? Would y’all still cheer for me?
Now flip the skin tone — go ahead, reminisce…
Imagine if I had done any of this.
Yo, they’d crucify me in 4K, live on Fox News,
Name me Public Enemy, no Chuck D in the room.
I sneeze wrong — headlines: "Thug threatens the State!"
He stormed the Capitol? "Bold move, just a date."
He hires cronies, I quote facts — they panic.
He dodges taxes — I rap, I'm labeled satanic.
He grabs power — I spit bars, I'm radicalized.
He’s praised for fraud, I’m chased for rhymes weaponized.
Flippin' the lens — the privilege bends the frame,
He grins in gold towers while I shoulder the blame.
They call him "real," I’m too “raw” to exist.
Switch names, switch skin — now imagine this.
Imagine I had done ANY of this!
Wouldn’t be a headline — it’d be apocalypse!
Imagine I had said ANY of that!
They’d dig up my past, repaint it pitch black.
Imagine it was me defying the script!
Think they’d shrug? Nah — they’d tighten the grip.
If I had done what he did on a mic,
They’d bury me under that First-Amendment hype!
"Any of this… imagine… imagine that…
If I had done any of this… they’d snap…"
He signs deals behind scenes with goons in suits,
I drop truth and they tell me to mute the booth.
He bans books and bans rights like it’s Candy Crush,
I drop bars, and they say I’m corruptin’ the youth?
He hugs dictators, gets standing ovations,
I tweet "justice" — boom: FBI interrogations.
He targets schools, kills D.E.I with a pen,
But if I organize, they’d call it “riot again.”
Yo, I breathe protest — they breathe privilege,
I rhyme logic — he scripts divisions.
If I had cut that check for hush and bliss,
You'd never see my black ass again — that’s it!
What’s the cost of the truth when the liars cash checks?
What’s the weight of your name when your pigment gets checked?
Would they let me slip through justice’s wrist?
Or label me as terrorist with a raised fist?
Lights flash — facts gashed — scapegoat in a hoodie,
If I broke laws, I’d be boxed like I’m goodies.
But he breaks countries and winks through the press,
Still eats steak on Air Force jets!
IMAGINE I HAD DONE ANY OF THIS!
They’d twist my rhymes into a terrorist script!
IMAGINE I HAD SAID ANY OF THAT!
They’d pin my birth cert’ to a felony stat!
It ain’t justice — it’s image and myth,
He’s the tantrum, I’m the risk.
Flip the stage, flip the list—
If I had done any of this…
"Imagine the skin… imagine the switch…
Would I still be ‘presidential’… or just another glitch?"
White privilege—
...definitely not a myth.
Written by: Serge Monpoeho
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