Lyric

I came from the cracks where the cold wind prayed

Rent got heavy, still the block got paid

Mama lit hope with a half-burned match

Now I walk through smoke in a midnight black

No crown, but I move like a king

Chains on my neck turned into my ring

No gate for me, I built my door

Then brought the whole block to the marble floor

Dust on my shoes, blood on the brick

Dreams got teeth when the hunger gets thick

They buried my name, but the rust gave back

Now the whole street claps when I step on track

Clap, clap — palmas

Hands up — no drama

Dust turns gold

Scars turn stars

Clap, clap — palmas

We don’t fall, we go up

From the dark, from the dust

Palmas, palmas

I seen broke men laugh with a spine like steel

Queens hold homes with no time to heal

Kids hit buckets till the block got drums

Pain made rhythm when the morning comes

This ain’t pity, this is pressure turned gold

This ain’t sorrow, this is scripture retold

Every loss in my chest made the bassline knock

Every scar on my skin made the whole room watch

Lock every door, we kick through the frame

Bury our voice, we raise the name

From alley to altar, from fire to throne

Palmas in my hands, I don’t rise alone

Clap, clap — palmas

Hands up — no drama

Dust turns gold

Scars turn stars

Clap, clap — palmas

We don’t fall, we go up

From the dark, from the dust

Palmas, palmas

Children of concrete

Raise your hands

Not for mercy

For power

Let the broken streets answer

Dust is not defeat

Blood is not shame

Pain is not your name

Fire is not a crime

One clap for the hungry

Two claps for the poor

Three for the souls

They tried to ignore

Four claps shake chains

Right off the floor

Five claps — Lord, crack the floor

We ain’t silent anymore

This is not a lullaby

This is testimony

This is not a sad song

This is holy fury

Every hand is a drum

Every street is a choir

Every broken name

Walks through the fire

Clap, clap — palmas

Hands up — no drama

Dust turns gold

Scars turn stars

Clap, clap — palmas

We don’t fall, we go up

From the dark, from the dust

Palmas, palmas

Hope ain’t quiet

Hope ain’t tame

Hope stands up

And calls your name

Clap, clap — palmas

Hands up — no drama

Dust turns gold

Scars turn stars