Brick Dust

I came up with a cracked phone screen

Two jobs, one dream, same jeans

Mom said keep your chin up, don’t fold

So I learned to turn stress into gold

Back block, rain on the windowpane

Cold hands, still I wrote my name

They laughed when I said I’m built for this

Now they nod when I talk my shit

I don’t chase, I move

Step by step, so smooth

Every scar got proof

I was made for the groove

Brick dust, brick dust

Watch me rise from the dust

Brick dust, brick dust

Baby, I don’t quit, I trust

Brick dust, brick dust

Still here when they adjust

Brick dust, brick dust

I was made from the rough

Old coat, fresh plan in the lining

Whole room slept while I kept refining

Late nights on a borrowed chair

One light on, but I was there

Never had the silver spoon shine

Had to make my own by design

Now I walk like I own my pain

Turn every loss into a lane

I don’t chase, I move

Step by step, so smooth

Every scar got proof

I was made for the groove

Brick dust, brick dust

Watch me rise from the dust

Brick dust, brick dust

Baby, I don’t quit, I trust

Brick dust, brick dust

Still here when they adjust

Brick dust, brick dust

I was made from the rough

Look at me now

Same hands, new crown

All that weight

Couldn’t hold me down

If I break

I break through

Then I stack

What I made from the blue

Brick dust, brick dust

Watch me rise from the dust

Brick dust, brick dust

Baby, I don’t quit, I trust

Brick dust, brick dust

Still here when they adjust

Brick dust, brick dust

I was made from the rough