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I learned to smile where the past still breathesWhere history hides in the way folks leaveWe danced in the open but listened for signsLike joy had to borrow a safer timeThey called some names like they owned the truthBut we kept our light like a quiet proofNot loud with it just unashamedA seed in the dust that refuses chainsI've been from here and not quite same dayA passport heart in a rented placeNew streets teach rhythm old streets teach toneHow to laugh with your guard up still feel at homeSome folks wear flags like a locked front gateSome folks love you but negotiateI don't beg for belonging I don't discussI'm a seed in the red dustThey said my roots were a kind of crimeDrawn by hands that revised thetimeA blend they feared would change the roomA question mark learning how to bloomBut I'm not a lesson for their debatesI'm a living thing with a chosen nameM U five one four seven four small miracleGrowing in places they swore were barrenI've felt that look like prove your worthLike love got taxes like joy got a curfewI've watched a maybe turn to never quickWhen the crowd got brave with a moral flickBut I've also seen two souls stand stillHold hands like thunder quiet but realSometimes survival is tenderness firstSometimes the sweetest things hurtI don't tell the whole story some parts stay sealedBut you can hear it in how my chest still healsIn how I trust slow in how I move fastIn how I make futures out of a pastIf you know exiles you know the weightThe where you from that isn't just fateSo I answer with growth I answer with gritA flower that learned how to live in itThey call us other then copy our soundTake our rhythm leave us on the groundCall it culture when it pays their rentCall it too much when we representBut I keep my joy like a candle in gustsI keep my love like a promise in rustI'm not their symbol I'm not their excuseI'm a seed in the red dust breaking throughI'm a seed in the red dust watch me risePetals in the heat with the calm in my eyesIf the past got a grip I shake loose I don't rustM U fifty one forty seven four a seed in the red dustM U five one four seven fourNot a story just a bloom