I learned to smile where the past still breathes
Where history hides in the way folks leave

We danced in the open but listened for signs
Like joy had to borrow a safer time

They called some names like they owned the truth
But we kept our light like a quiet proof

Not loud with it just unashamed
A seed in the dust that refuses chains

I’ve been from here and not quite same day
A passport heart in a rented place

New streets teach rhythm old streets teach tone
How to laugh with your guard up still feel at home

Some folks wear flags like a locked front gate
Some folks love you but negotiate

I don’t beg for belonging I don’t discuss
I’m a seed in the red dust

They said my roots were a kind of crime
Drawn by hands that revised the time

A blend they feared would change the room
A question mark learning how to bloom

But I’m not a lesson for their debates
I’m a living thing with a chosen name

M U five one four seven four small miracle
Growing in places they swore were barren

I’ve felt that look like prove your worth
Like love got taxes like joy got a curfew

I’ve watched a maybe turn to never quick
When the crowd got brave with a moral flick

But I’ve also seen two souls stand still
Hold hands like thunder quiet but real

Sometimes survival is tenderness first
Sometimes the sweetest things hurt

I don’t tell the whole story some parts stay sealed
But you can hear it in how my chest still heals

In how I trust slow in how I move fast
In how I make futures out of a past

If you know exiles you know the weight
The where you from that isn’t just fate

So I answer with growth I answer with grit
A flower that learned how to live in it

They call us other then copy our sound
Take our rhythm leave us on the ground

Call it culture when it pays their rent
Call it too much when we represent

But I keep my joy like a candle in gusts
I keep my love like a promise in rust

I’m not their symbol I’m not their excuse
I’m a seed in the red dust breaking through

I’m a seed in the red dust watch me rise
Petals in the heat with the calm in my eyes

If the past got a grip I shake loose I don’t rust
M U five one four seven four a seed in the red dust

M U five one four seven four
Not a story just a bloom