Song 1

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.

Fell off a truck — 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.

Two baby girls and a war in between,

Mama talk sweet but her hands ain’t clean.

Aria whisper “I love you” behind screens,

While Lorali 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.

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.

Call it alienation, emotional cage,

But I stay composed — never speakin’ with 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.

Amanda say love, then flip like the breeze,

Tell me I’m nothin’, then beg me to please.

She want me to chase, but she run when I stay,

Gaslight my facts, then call it “my way.”

But I ain’t confused — I remember the calls,

The FaceTimes declined when I gave her my all.

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

So I prayed 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.

The past got its hold, but the chains been cracked,

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

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

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

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.

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

Dusty ain’t broken — just harder to tame.

So while they lie and they plot in the dark,

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