Empty Pockets, Heavy Dreams

Hand-me-downs saggin', soul stained in the thread,

Dinner plate empty, but the hunger stay fed.

Momma worked doubles just to keep the lights hummin',

Bill collectors knocking, you’d think they’re drumming.

Shoes with holes, but I’m walkin' on ambition,

Empty pockets, but my heart holds the vision.

Dreams pile high where the rent stay low,

From the cracks in the pavement, a flower will grow.

Windows iced over, frost bitin’ the glass,

We warmed with the friction from prayers that ain’t passed.

Friends flex gold I can’t touch or hold,

Where poverty’s the only thing that’s growin' old.

Shoes with holes, but I’m walkin' on ambition,

Empty pockets, but my heart holds the vision.

Dreams pile high where the rent stay low,

From the cracks in the pavement, a flower will grow.

Father left shadows, never filled that void,

Turned my pain into plans I could never avoid.

Broke but not broken, my spine still intact,

Let 'em underestimate, I’ll outlast the act.

Corners caught tears lit by streetlight blurs,

Swear the cold carried secrets it whispered in slurs.

Bicycles rusting, chains tight round my chest,

Turn welfare into warfare, you know I’m feelin' blessed.