We're Still Rising

Seven dogs barking at Jake's front door. DM in her headphones,

Hasty on the floor. Coffee on the counter, a long day

ahead. Dreams still warm in the back of their heads. Jake's up early,

steel on his hands. Clocked into Cummins, grease on his hands.

Side hustles humming when the daylight's gone. For his family's future,

he keeps pushing on. Brayden's running shifts in a flickering room.

Neon screen, his schedule's cutting through the gloom. Young man in his own place,

dog and a cat. Learning how to lead, yeah,