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I came from them pine trees —concrete, and shame,

Blood on my knuckles… but I walk with His name.

Dusty by birth but I rise through the flame Ain’t a soul on this earth gonna play with my name.

I seen nights where the dark talk louder than light,

And my daughters the only thing keepin’ me right.

Yeah I wrecked that truck twoooo timesss ha haaaa — they ain’t call it a case,

But I’m still here standin’… they just scared of my grace.

Warehouse floors got cracks like my ribs,

Still drove that forklift — for the sake of my kids.

Clocked in with pain, but I never complain,

Just prayed in my chest… through the hurt and the strain.

They sip on them lies while I swallow the truth,

Now I’m sharpened by struggle — the fire of youth.

HR playin’ blind while I limp through the days,

But I file every doc… this ain’t minimum wage.

From the floor to the boardroom, I carry my weight,

Now they whisper my name — like they tempted by fate.

Ain’t a soul on this earth gonna play with my name. Pine trees concrete where nights are brighter than days at night and my my daughters are the only ones keepin me right

Baby Mama act sweet like she got a halo on her head. She don’t care about nothin but the bread The past got its hold, but the chains been cracked,

And I never looked back… when the King said “act.”

I ain’t tryna fight, I just want my time,

But they gatekeep love — like it’s tied to a crime.

Meagan lie bold with a halo on her head,

But the fruit show false by the tears that she spread.

Baby girl whisper “I love you” — behind screens,

While her sister duckin’ truth like she caught in a scheme.

I ain’t mad… I just write it all down,

Turn pain into pages, grief into sound.

Call it alienation —emotional cage

But I stay composed —-never speakin’ in rage.

She mockin’ my prayers throw dirt on the cross

But I walk with the King I ain’t takin’ no loss.

She say I’m ungodly while spittin’ out hate

But the light don’t stutter when it’s meetin’ with fate.

They want my money, but not my embrace,

But I document pain — with a steady grace.

Every screenshot, every word they twist,

Goes into the record… I don’t miss.

Love ain’t control, and it sure ain’t a mask,

So I pray for her healing — that’s all I could ask.

I done walked through the jailhouse, slept in my sin,

Now I’m gospel and grit — both blended within

I was lost in the streets, but I made it back home,

Through the crossings, but I’m no longer alone.

Amanda beside me, though we clash and we fight,

I still pray for her soul in the dead of the night.

Now I’m coachin’ my girls through this war on the soul,

Tryna teach ‘em the love… that the courts try to hold.

They tried to erase me, but I stay in the frame,

Dusty ain’t broken — just harder to tame.

So while they lie and plot in the dark,

I stay standin’ still… God already lit the spark.