Yeah, clean heart still beat through the static

I rose from the curb where the dreams get battered

No cuss on my tongue, just truth in the pattern

Momma said pray, so I cloaked all my anger

I’m royalty, crown made of struggle and silver

They offered me shame, I returned it like mirrors

Love over ego, that’s how I define me

My pride ain’t poison, it’s purpose in tidy

Still climbing, still shining, no stain in my timing

King clean, soul loud, forever high-minded

Steel wakes, smoke climbs, we rise from the rail—

Hyperbole heartbeat, hammering hail.

Torn flags rewoven, brighter than black,

every breath a drumbeat: the pride is back.

Roar louder than thunder, run faster than fear,

grin through the grit, let the whole sky hear.

Past never broken, future on track—

fists to the sunrise, the pride is back.