AK | Only Paper | Official Song

HipHop/Hardcore-Angry

Written by Ashok Kunreddy

[Intro]
Born with a cry and a hospital tag,
Ink on my skin like a price on a bag.
It ain’t my face, it ain’t my name,
Just a piece of paper starting the game.

[Verse 1]
School bell rings, grades on the wall,
You rise, you fall, they measure it all.
Every win, every scar, every blame,
Written down like we’re part of a game.

[Pre-Chorus]
Driver’s license, passport smile,
Love in ink, then divorce in a file.
Visa stamps, diplomas with pride,
But where’s the music we feel inside?

[Chorus – beat drops, crowd sings]
It’s only paper, paper, paper!
But it’s pulling every lever!
From my first breath to my last,
It’s the role they made me cast!

So tonight I rip the rule,
Dance like I escaped the school.
No more chains, I choose to live —
Not what’s written, but what I give!

[Verse 2]
Paycheck slips and plastic IDs,
Office chairs and forced “say cheese.”
Immigration lines, dreams delayed,
By a single page somebody made.

[Pre-Chorus]
Credit scores and diamond rings,
Even freedom comes with strings.
Turn it up, feel the sound —
No paper here can hold me down!

[Chorus – louder, stronger]
It’s only paper, paper, paper!
Not my soul, not my flavor!
Burn the script, I’m not your file,
I’m a spark, a scream, a freestyle!

So tonight I scream and shout,
Let the rhythm drown the doubt.
No more stress, just let it go —
Live your life and let it flow!

[Bridge – slower, emotional]
When I’m gone, don’t print a page,
Don’t trap my name inside a cage.
Play this song, let people move,
Let ’em cry, let ’em lose the groove.

No form can say who I was,
No stamp can capture love or us.
If there’s a heaven, let it be
A crowd, a beat, and harmony.

[Final Chorus – euphoric explosion]
It’s only paper, paper, paper!
Let the music be the savior!
We were born to feel and sing,
Not just chase some paper ring!

So raise your voice, free your soul,
Let the night take full control.
On this floor, we break the line —
Life’s a song, not a sign!

[Outro – spoken / sung]
Paper can’t define your fate…
Let it go… it’s not too late…
Music’s the heart —
The rest is just a line.

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AK | Only Paper | Official Song | Official Song

Hello and welcome…
This is your host, AK.

Thank you for being here,
and for taking a moment to listen.

Today, I want to share the story behind my song — “Only Paper.”

It all began with a simple thought:

Isn’t it strange how the world starts keeping track of us the moment we’re born — with a birth certificate?

From that very first document, paper becomes a quiet companion through every chapter of life.

Report cards, ID cards, degrees, licenses, job contracts, pay slips, visas, wedding invitations — they’re all important in their own way.

But somewhere along the line, I started wondering:

What about the parts of us that can’t be printed, stamped, or signed?

This song isn’t about rejecting the system — I understand the role of documents and forms.

But through this track, I wanted to reflect on how so many of us — especially everyday people, the ones holding it all together — often find ourselves waiting, preparing, or putting life on pause just to get the next paper done.

And while we wait, life keeps happening.

Moments pass.
Dreams get delayed.
Music fades into the background.

That’s what “Paper, Paper, Paper” is really about —

Not letting our spirit, our joy, our creativity get put on hold by what’s written on a form.

It’s a reminder:

Yes, papers may open doors.
But they don’t define who we are.

We’re not just names in files —
We’re stories.
We’re songs.
We’re sparks.

So here’s to dancing beyond the documents,
to feeling alive beyond the lines,
to choosing to live fully — not just officially.

Thanks for listening.
Thanks for giving space to the soul behind the systems.

Let’s keep singing:

“Only paper…

Born with a cry and a hospital tag,
Stamped on a sheet, like a price on a bag.
It ain’t your face, it ain’t your name,
It’s a paper that starts the game.”

If this story resonated with you —
if you’ve ever felt your life waiting in a queue,
your dreams paused by paperwork —
know that you’re not alone.

Take a breath.
Feel the moment.
Let the music back in.

Because papers may open doors,
but they don’t define your worth.

You are more than records.
More than forms.
More than signatures.

You are living, breathing meaning.

Thank you for listening…

Stay tuned for more.

Signing off…
This is your host, AK.

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