I came up in the dark
no love, just war,
Little girl in a world that don’t care no more.
Now I’m a mother, and sleep don’t come,
Got six souls to guard
five queens and a king .

Every breath I take, I’m on edge, on watch,
'Cause this world’ll eat you if you don’t stand on top of your own.
I don’t get breaks, I don’t get grace
But I give them heaven in this hellbound place.

Five baby girls, one little man,
I became everything I never had.
A lioness, with a mind that won’t rest,
'Cause I’ll die before I settle for less.

I walk with pain braided into my spine,
But I keep them close, and I walk that line.
Ain’t no fear in me
just fight in my game ,
I’m the reason they’ll never know that shame.

So when they ask how I’m still standing tall,
Tell ‘em: I was built to carry them all.
Six heartbeats, and I’m their shield, their voice
They are my purpose. They are my choice.
I ain’t chasing pity  , I’m chasing peace,
But even that don’t come easy in these streets.
I clean up messes I didn’t even make,
But I teach my kids how to bend, not break.

I hold the cries, I wipe the tears,
I fight their battles, I swallow fears.
I been the broke one, the bruised one, the used,
But never the weak one
I never excuse.

See, I came from silence, from slammed doors,
But my babies gon’ grow with love that pours.
I talk to God with a voice that shakes,
But He knows my soul, and all it takes.

I’m not perfect
I’m power in pain,
I’m the thunder that follows the rain.
I’m the hug that heals, the truth they seek,
The strength they’ll remember when they feel weak.

So when the world tries to dim their spark,
They’ll remember their mother
fire in the dark.
Not a queen in gold, but a warrior worn,
With stretch marks like medals from every storm.

I’m raising legends, not just names
With love that can’t be touched by flames.
Six hearts beat under my skin,
And I’d go through hell just to see them win.
I don’t need applause  I need them safe,
I’d rather bleed than let the world take their faith.
Every bruise I carry, every tear I hide,
Is a promise that I’ll never leave their side.

When my back’s to the wall and the bills come fast,
I still make magic, I still make it last.
Stretch a dollar, stretch a prayer, stretch my mind
But they never feel the pressure I fight behind.

I give them light in a world so grim,
Teach my boy to lead, teach my girls to win.
Teach respect, teach worth, teach how to rise,
And to never let this world dim their eyes.

I’m not raising followers  I’m growing flame,
Each child a torch in my last name.
And if they fall, I’ll carry the weight,
Break my back before I give 'em to fate.

I’m the cook, the healer, the soldier at night,
The one who don’t fold when the world wants a fight.
I’m mother, I’m father, I’m truth, I’m grace
I’m love with scars and a fearless face.

You see a woman , I see a war,
I’ve lost myself just to give them more.
But I’d do it again  and again with pride,
'Cause they’re the reason I’m still alive.

I used to chase the mirror’s grace,
Looking for love in a stranger’s face.
Tried to fit in, trimmed my soul to size
Buried my truth just to feel “alright.”

I wore their words like second skin,
Let shame decide the shape I'm in.
But no one told me healing starts
When you sit with your aching, fractured parts.

So I whispered soft to the girl inside,
The one I used to run from, hide.
I told her, “You’re not too loud, too much
You’re real, you’re raw, you’re brave as such.”

I stopped apologizing for the way I feel.
Started peeling back the masks I sealed.
Let my flaws breathe, gave my past a name,
Not broken
just beautifully untamed.

Acceptance ain't a finish line
It's the art of choosing me each time.
When I'm quiet, when I rage,
When I doubt, when I’m center stage.

Now I don’t ask to shrink or change.
I love this soul, a little strange.
She’s not perfect, but she’s finally free
And that’s enough for me to be me.

I sleep with shadows under my skin,
nightmares whisper sweet nothings again.
Got a halo made of cigarette ash,
and a heart that beats in broken glass.

My prayers got venom in the veins,
I talk to God like we both in chains.
He said “child, you still got grace,”
I said “then why you let me rot in this place?”

Lipstick smeared like battle paint,
laughin' in rooms that echo with saints.
But ain’t no salvation in these eyes,
just reruns of love and the prettiest lies.

My mirror don’t blink when I break,
it’s seen the girl I let the world take.
Cut out my tears, stitched them with rage,
now I write soft death on every page.

I’m the ghost they warned you about,
the girl who feels too deep to shout.
I touch fire like it’s a friend,
and call the end before the end.

So if you love me, know this game:
I don’t do sunshine, I dance with pain.
But if you brave, and hold the flame
you’ll learn why midnight knows my name.

The walls ain't just fallin’,
they crashin’ loud
like every step I take
shakes the ground.
And I wonder if Heaven hears
me now,
or if my prayers get lost
in the crowd.

I talk to You,
but it feel one-sided
my faith bruised up,
hope backslided.
I lit candles in rooms
where love died,
cried to the ceiling,
never got replies.

God, are You watchin’?
For real, no front?
'Cause I’ve been carryin’ weight
that break most in a month.
I smile for the kids,
but I’m cracked inside,
still got dreams,
but they barely survive.

They say You’re close
to the brokenhearted
well I’ve been ripped open
since this all started.
Do You see me foldin'
behind my fight?
Do You sit in the dark
with me at night?

I don’t need miracles,
I just need proof
a sign in my soul,
a whisper of truth.
That I’m not forgotten
in this war within,
and even with these walls cave in
You still listenin’.

He was always a gangster
but to me?
He was art.
All bruised knuckles and broken promises,
and still, I chased him
like I didn’t care
if the fire caught my heart.

He told me he loved me first.
And that’s all it took.
One line from his lips
and I spiraled into him
eyes wide, mind gone,
heart painted in his fingerprints.

Call it delusion.
Call it devotion.
But I called it home.
Even when he vanished in smoke,
even when he laughed like love was a joke.

I still chased him.
Like Harley chased her pain
with a smile and a hammer,
like I could fix him
if I just bled harder.

And “This Just In”
That’s not a track.
That’s a love letter with a death wish.
He wrote it when he still saw me
wild-eyed, loyal,
ready to rip the whole city apart
just to sit beside him in silence.

They think I’m crazy.
Maybe I am.
Crazy enough to believe in the parts of him
he hides from the world.
Crazy enough to choose him
even when he stopped choosing me.

I know what they see
a girl too loyal, too loud, too lost.
But what they don’t know is

He said it first.
And that made me his.
Not by chains…
but by choice.

So yeah
I still chase him.
Through shadows, through silence,
through songs he don’t finish.

Because he was never mine.

But I was always his.

My blessing don’t stop at just you.
You were a chapter.
But I?
I’m the author.
You tried to tear the page,
rip me out like an unfinished draft,
but baby, I bleed through margins.
I ghost the air between your breaths.
I’m the hush in your silence,
the pause in your pride,
the lyric you hum
but can’t place why it hits so hard.

You can bury memories,
but you can’t **** presence.
And my presence?
It’s rooted in heaven
and hood-certified.
I walk like prayers unanswered
still found a way to bloom.
I move like moonlight on broken glass
beautiful, sharp,
and meant to reflect
what you lost trying to forget.

You ever seen a universe
unfold from a woman’s spine?
I stretch galaxies when I stretch my truth.
Every sway of my hips
pulls tides.
Every blink
reminds the cosmos
that even stars get heartbroken
and still shine.

You thought I was just a blessing
with your name on it
but I was legacy,
timeless remedy,
a whispered prophecy
you couldn’t decode
’cause you were busy playing pretend
with a love you hadn’t earned.

I’m still me.
Even when you turn away,
my light ricochets off mirrors,
off moments,
off memories you didn’t mean to keep.
You can’t delete divine.
You can’t unfeel fate.
So don’t be shocked
when the wind hums my name
and your chest gets tight
outta nowhere.

That’s just me
unraveling
like I always do,
in awe,
in stride,
in truth,
in you.

I’m the ghost in your hallway, the prayer you don’t say,
the truth you choke down with your cigarette ashtray.
I’m the crack in your mirror, the crack in your spine
every broken promise you swore was just “fine.”

I’m the last light on when the world drifts asleep,
I’m the lullaby stitched for the wolves that you keep.
I’m the poet and prophecy tangled in sheets,
I’m the calm and the chaos that slip through your teeth.

Call me a storm ,  I come when you’re dry,
I drench all your secrets, I teach you to lie.
But I’ll baptize your ruins in rivers of gold,
make art from your ashes, make legends from mold.

I’m not for the faint. I’m the pulse in your throat
the ink on your pages you wish you had wrote.
I’m the truth in your marrow, the ghost in your blood,
I’m the rose that grew wild in your garden of mud.

So don’t flinch when I break you —
I do it with grace,
I’ll peel off your mask ‘til you’re raw in the face.
You’ll thank me one day when your cage has no lock
when you stand like a lion and laugh at the clock.