Brick Dust Sermon

I came up off the block’s cold breath

Lunch money folded in a small book press

Sidewalk chess with the tax and stress

Momma said, “Move with a plan, don’t guess”

I was too young for the smoke and the bills

Still learned quick how the broke truth feels

Same worn steps, same cracked front stoop

Had to make a clean move out the dark soup

Now my name hit hard when the snare land

One for the years, two for the bare hands

I don’t chase shine, I build brick by brick

Keep a calm face when the room get slick

If you know that grind, then you know that code

Slow-cook wins in a fast-lane world

Hold that line

Don’t fold now

One more round

Then we take it home

Brick dust sermon

Brick dust sermon

Say it clear, say it loud

Brick dust sermon

Brick dust sermon

Built this here, built it proud

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(Brick dust sermon)

I seen friends turn cold for a little green

Seen big talk die in a cheap machine

Seen fake love leave when the rent came due

Seen hard times test every word you knew

So I keep my circle like a short verse tight

No extra mouths when the stakes get high

One hand wash, one hand write

One hand reach for the real all night

My pen got scars, my lungs got smoke

But my voice still sharp when I cut that rope

I talk in facts, not a fairy tale

Same old road but I never derail

You can keep your gold and your borrowed fame

I want the kind of peace that can hold my name

Hold that line

Don’t fold now

One more round

Then we take it home

Brick dust sermon

Brick dust sermon

Say it clear, say it loud

Brick dust sermon

Brick dust sermon

Built this here, built it proud

(Brick dust sermon)

(Brick dust sermon)

Let the old wounds speak

Then let them fade

I was made in the hard days

Still I stayed

Brick dust sermon

Brick dust sermon

Say it clear, say it loud

Brick dust sermon

Brick dust sermon

Built this here, built it proud

(Brick dust sermon)

(Brick dust sermon)