Mom’s Corolla rattlin’ down Bond, speakers buzzin’,
I’m in the backseat doodlin’ dreams like it’s nothin’.
Elk Grove mornings — fog sittin’ low on the fields,
Soccer moms speedin’, Starbucks cups on the wheel.
Hit Laguna Creek, backpack half‑unzipped,
Lunchables crushed, but I still felt equipped.
Kids talk loud, but I stayed in my head,
Buildin’ worlds outta boredom, tryna paint ‘em instead.
Skate park legends, Walmart runs at night,
Cousins clownin’ in the aisles under fluorescent light.
Everything felt bigger than the map ever showed,
Small‑town kid with a brain in explode‑mode.
South Sac suburb with a heart full of motion,
Grove in my blood like a tide in the ocean.
Every cracked sidewalk, every late‑night notion
Turned a quiet kid’s thoughts into lifelong devotion.
Look —
I grew up where the cul‑de‑sacs curve like fate,
Where the gossip spreads quick and the dreams move late.
Where the homies split paths — some hoop, some skate,
Some fade out, some rise, some carry that weight.
I was tryna find truth in a world so staged,
Tryna breathe through the pressure when the doubt encaged.
Teachers said “speak up,” but my voice felt caged,
Till I learned every quiet kid still writes the page.
Pops said “stand firm when the storm gets loud,”
Mama said “love deep even when you’re not proud.”
So I walked that line like a sermon vowed,
Tryna turn my hometown into something allowed.
Now I’m grown, but the Grove still echoes my tone,
Every streetlight flicker still feels like home.
Every win I get, I can hear that drone —
“Boy, remember where you’re from when you’re out on your own.”
South Sac suburb with a heart full of motion,
Grove in my blood like a tide in the ocean.
Every cracked sidewalk, every late‑night notion
Turned a quiet kid’s thoughts into lifelong devotion.
Elk Grove raised me, shaped me, paced me,
Showed me how to move when the world gets crazy.
If you know, then you know —
