From Homeless To Olympus

[Intro]
From the east
She from the east
We had laps to run
Now our son gon' see
[Verse 1]
I remember cold floors
Thin coat, thick pride
Cardboard by the door
Rain sneakin' inside
Food stamps, late rent
Bus rides, long waits
Count change, count blessings
Count nights we stayed awake
You was foldin' cracked maps
Circlin' every cheap place
I was fillin' out apps
Gettin' laughed out they face
Said, "We ain't built for beggin'
We built to build bricks"
We was sleepin' in the lobby
Now we sleep above the mist, yeah
[Chorus]
I’m from the east, she from the east (yeah)
We got laps to run for our son, no sleep (no sleep)
Used to have nothin', now we touch Olympus
Every scar on the way turned gold on the hilltops
From the east, she from the east (from the east)
We got laps to run for our son, that’s deep
We were homeless, now we on Olympus
Every promise we made, yeah, you know that we lived it
[Verse 2]
You was warmin' up bottles
In a gas station sink
Whispered, "Baby, I got you"
While they stared, didn’t blink
I was hidin' these tears
In this thrift-store hoodie
Tellin' you about the future
Like I already stood in it fully
We would jog past gates
Of them houses on the bluff
Said, "One day our address
Gon’ make that mailman blush"
Now it's backyard sun
Little shoes on the grass
Teacher talkin' 'bout our son
Sayin', "He too quick in math"
Family photo on the mantle
Right above them keys
Every time that engine start
It's our own prophecy
[Chorus]
I’m from the east, she from the east
We got laps to run for our son, no sleep
Used to have nothin', now we touch Olympus
Every scar on the way turned gold on the hilltops
From the east, she from the east
We got laps to run for our son, that’s deep
We were homeless, now we on Olympus
Every promise we made, yeah, you know that we lived it
[Bridge]
We done ran through rain
Ran through shame
Ran through doors that never
Even knew our names
Now they call us in rooms
Where the ceilings stay high
We just look at each other
Like, "We really arrived?" (yeah)
Lil boy on the couch
Cartoons too loud
He don't know 'bout the nights
We was sleepin' on the ground
He just know mom and dad
Never flinch, never flinch
’Cause we climbed from the gutter
To our own Olympus
[Chorus]

rap, Triumphant trap-rap beat around 92 BPM, male vocals. Sparse piano stabs and filtered choirs in the verses, hard-hitting drums and wide 808s. Hook explodes with stacked chant-style doubles and ad-libs, subtle strings rising in the back. Final chorus adds extra harmonies and riser for a victory-lap feel.