From Roots to Crown

Born where the sun don't always shine. Under street lights that flicker dim

design. Cracked sidewalks, stories into lines. Each break a battle,

each scar divine. Mama prayed with the strength of a lion's spine. Daddy's shadow loomed,

whiskey in decline. In the cradle of struggle I learned to climb. Roots dug deep

but my branches reach time. From the roots to the crown, I rise,

I rise. Shadows in my past but they sharpened my eyes. Hands to the

sky, feel the ancestor's cries. From the roots to the crown,

I rise, I rise. Spit fire from lungs born in smoke .