Rich with Love

In the heart of the city, where the streetlights glow,

Memories linger, and the stories flow.

We had a Ronnie Milsap cassette, spinning low,

Echoes of the past in a warm, soft glow.

Roaches in the cereal, a familiar sight,

But we danced through the chaos, hearts full of light.

What you know about struggle, about dreams on a shelf?

We learned to rely on the kindness, ourselves.

Makin’ do from the scraps, found joy in the small,

In a house filled with laughter, we had it all.

Oh, we were rich in love, poor in supplies,

Through the cracks in the walls, we reached for the skies.

School days of puddles, rustlers on my feet,

But the warmth of our bond made us feel complete.

In the breakfast line, I stood with pride,

Worn-out shoes, but with heart as my guide.

Nothing could break us, not rumors, not shame,

Together we stood, burning brighter than flame.

What you know ‘bout hustlin’ just to make ends meet?

Dancing to the rhythm of our own heartbeat.

No luxury, no gold, but a spirit that[Intro]

In the heart of the city, where the streetlights glow,

Memories linger, and the stories flow.

We had a Ronnie Milsap cassette, spinning low,

Echoes of the past in a warm, soft glow.

Roaches in the cereal, a familiar sight,

But we danced through the chaos, hearts full of light.

What you know about struggle, about dreams on a shelf?

We learned to rely on the kindness, ourselves.

Makin’ do from the scraps, found joy in the small,

In a house filled with laughter, we had it all.

Oh, we were rich in love, poor in supplies,

Through the cracks in the walls, we reached for the skies.

School days of puddles, rustlers on my feet,

But the warmth of our bond made us feel complete.

In the breakfast line, I stood with pride,

Worn-out shoes, but with heart as my guide.

Nothing could break us, not rumors, not shame,

Together we stood, burning brighter than flame.

What you know ‘bout hustlin’ just to make ends meet?

Dancing to the rhythm of our own heartbeat.

No luxury, no gold, but a spirit that soared,

In the echoes of hardship, our love was restored.

Oh, we were rich in love, poor in supplies,

Through the cracks in the walls, we reached for the skies.

School days of puddles, rustlers on my feet,

But the warmth of our bond made us feel complete.

Digging through memories etched in my soul,

Each challenge we faced only made us whole.

Mom and me against the world, we carried the weight,

In a world so uncertain, love became fate.

Yeah, we were rich in love, poor in supplies,

Through the cracks in the walls, we reached for the skies.

School days of puddles, rustlers on my feet,

But the warmth of our bond made us feel complete.

So here’s to the moments, the struggles we knew,

With roaches in our cereal, we learned to break through.

In the heart of the city, where love surely thrived,

We had no fear, and we deeply survived.