From the Gutter to the Glow
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This one's for the ones with holes in their shoes
For the moms working hard and no time to snooze
For the broke kids with rich minds
For the ones with big dreams
And all those who refuse to lose...
Raise them empty pockets high, yeah we still survive
Turn the hunger into thunder, watch us come alive
No silver spoon, just a fire inside
From the gutter to the glow, we rise
We rise. We rise
From the gutter to the glow, we rise
Used to sleep with the sky as my roof
Pavement for a bed, but I spit the truth
When it rained, we caught the drops in jars
Turned the storm into music to heal the scars
The fridge was empty, the closet stayed dead
No Jordans, no gold, no fancy brand
Free lunch line was my VIP,
Made jokes about it to feel carefree
Mama worked hard, no timeouts, no break,
Holding up tight when the nights would shake
Sacrificed her dreams so we could benefit
Carried our future and never quit
She got two jobs just to provide
Keeping hope and her kids inside
Rent said "Pay-mo," bills on attack
But love was the armor we never lacked
We were poor, but we didn't show
Mama said "no one needs to know"
We were worse than some
And better than some
We haven't much, but we walk with pride
Storms in our path, but we never hide
Everyday is a struggle, but we survive
We don't break, we thrive
Streetlights blink like sending an SOS
No one around, just the dark and the mess
Wrote down my truth on an old page
Folded it up like a bird out the cage
Threw it to the wind, watched it chase the sky
Said "I ain't ashamed, I'm learning to fly."
Raise them empty pockets high, yeah we still survive
Turn the hunger into thunder, watch us come alive
No silver spoon, just a fire inside
From the gutter to the glow, we rise
We rise. We rise
From the gutter to the glow, we rise
This was a story about a boy i knew
He was poor, but refused to show
He hadn't much, but it was enough
Held his head high when it got rough
His dreams kept him warm in the cold nights
And the fire inside him burned bright
Whispers in his chest start turning to a roar,
"Being broke ain't a curse, it's fuel for more."
Can't see the struggle when the grin's that wide,
Rich spirit though the wallet's denied.
If you came from the bottom, you already know:
We don't just grow... we glow
From the gutter to the glow, we rise...
Raise them empty pockets high, yeah we still survive
Turn the hunger into thunder, watch us come alive
No silver spoon, just a fire inside
From the gutter to the glow, we rise
We rise. We rise
From the gutter to the glow, we rise