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[Intro] Yeah—pull the curtain back Dust on the record, truth in the needle crack [Verse 1] Corner store bell, quarter in the palm Notebook bent where I kept my calm Bus brakes sigh while the avenue turns Every missed chance got a lesson that burns I learned from the cook with the radio low How to stretch one spark when the cold winds blow My neighbor kept roses in a rusted tin Proof you can plant something where the cracks begin No silver spoon, just a borrowed pen And a circle of friends who would build again We made plans on receipts after closing time Turned hard weeks into a sharper rhyme [Hook] Stand up, hands high, let the whole block know We came from the dust but we still found gold One step, two step, keep a solid pace Tell the story loud with the world in your face Stand up, hands high, let the whole block know No shortcuts here, just a heart and a goal If the door stays shut, we create our own way Turn a long dark road to a brighter day [Verse 2] Old head on the stoop said, “Measure your words” So I sharpen each line till the meaning gets heard Not chasing a crown, I’m correcting the map Putting names to the pain they forgot in the stats My sister worked nights with a dream in her bag Saved every small win, never called it a brag When the rent climbed high and the fridge ran thin She split one meal four ways and still made us grin That’s wealth right there, not a chain or a car It’s the people who remind you exactly who you are So I write for the ones with a voice held back And the kid on the train with a world in his backpack [Hook] Stand up, hands high, let the whole block know We came from the dust but we still found gold One step, two step, keep a solid pace Tell the story loud with the world in your face Stand up, hands high, let the whole block know No shortcuts here, just a heart and a goal If the door stays shut, we create our own way Turn a long dark road to a brighter day [Bridge] Say it plain, say it proud Quiet dreams can move a crowd From the stoop to the stage, from the doubt to the plan Every page in the notebook says, “Here I stand” [Verse 3] Now the same bus route, but the view feels changed Still potholes in the road, still the rent rearranged But I carry that tin with the rose in bloom And a pocket full of futures I can make room No myth in the mirror, no borrowed disguise Just a lesson in the lines and a fire in the eyes If you’re waiting on a rescue, let me give you the clue: The first hand reaching out might belong to you Bring your truth to the table, bring your scars to the light Make a rhythm out of every time you survived the night Then pass that strength forward, let the next voice grow That’s how small sparks turn into a whole show [Final Hook] Stand up, hands high, let the whole block know We came from the dust but we still found gold One step, two step, keep a solid pace Tell the story loud with the world in your face Stand up, hands high, let the whole block know No shortcuts here, just a heart and a goal If the door stays shut, we create our own way Turn a long dark road to a brighter day [Outro] Keep the page moving Keep the plan honest From the cracks, we rise
