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[Intro] Yeah, check the corner where the old records spin Dust on the needle, let the story begin [Verse 1] I keep a notebook folded in the pocket of my coat Every page got a route, every bar keeps us afloat Corner-store coffee, coins counted on the sill We learned to make a feast from a half-empty bill My uncle's radio crackled through the kitchen fan Said, "Stand on what you say, then become your own man" So I built each sentence brick by brick in the rain Put a window in the wall, let the daylight explain No shortcuts in the craft, just a patient hand Turning loose-leaf thoughts into a marching band If the room gets quiet, I can still hear the block In the scrape of a chair and the click of the lock [Chorus] Put your hands where the truth can be found Let the whole room move when the beat comes around From the back row seats to the front porch light We keep one strong groove till the morning gets bright Say, "Hold up" — we don't fold up Say, "Stand tall" — we outlast all Put your hands where the truth can be found Let the whole room move when the beat comes around [Verse 2] I write with a sharpie, cross out what won't last Keep the cleanest little phrase and let it travel fast Auntie had a garden growing through the window grate Proved a little bit of care can change a whole estate My neighbor fixed bikes with a wrench and a grin Taught me every broken chain has a link tucked within That's the lesson in the rhythm, every stumble gets placed Turn a pause into a pivot, put a smile in the space I don't chase empty praise, I want a room full of eyes When the hook comes back around and the tired heart rises Let the bassline roll low like a train through the night While the drums make a promise that the words make right If they ask where we're headed, tell them straight from the start We're taking every hard year and converting it to art [Chorus] Put your hands where the truth can be found Let the whole room move when the beat comes around From the back row seats to the front porch light We keep one strong groove till the morning gets bright Say, "Hold up" — we don't fold up Say, "Stand tall" — we outlast all Put your hands where the truth can be found Let the whole room move when the beat comes around [Bridge] One for the workers, two for the dreamers Three for the ones making room for their freedom No borrowed crown, no need to pretend We make a rough beginning meet a beautiful end [Final Chorus] Put your hands where the truth can be found Let the whole room move when the beat comes around From the back row seats to the front porch light We keep one strong groove till the morning gets bright Say, "Hold up" — we don't fold up Say, "Stand tall" — we outlast all Put your hands where the truth can be found Let the whole room move when the beat comes around [Outro] Keep the page turned, keep the word sincere Same soul, new chapter, year after year
