New Year, New Spine, Grow Hustle

I wake up before the city, before the sirens start singin’— hands clean,

mind sharper, heart still givin’. I don’t pray for shortcuts, I pray for

stamina— for patience, for discipline, for bread that don’t come with

drama. If I ate my pride last year, this year I

digest the lesson. If I slipped, I reset—no excuses, no confession. I’m here for

my babies, my elders, my people— to build somethin’ honest out the

dirt and the needle of a needle. New year… new spine… same

soul. Let’s work. New year, new ignition, I’m back in