About This Track
A reflective rap about remembering those who doubted you and honoring the few who believed from the beginning.
Back when the room felt colder than winter air / Ideas on paper nobody would even share / Laughs from the corner when I spoke about plans / Like a kid building castles with dust in his hands / Funny how the crowd grows louder / When the climb gets higher / Funny how the doubt turns quiet / When the world gets brighter / Still there were two or three who stayed close / Even when hope felt thinner than smoke
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