Shine like the gold in your chest,
rise when the world say rest.
We bend but we never break,
stars in the hood, we illuminate.
Khujo walk with the ancestors’ tone,
Jneiro bend time with a microphone.
Willie Isz paint the night in synth light—
ghetto galaxies spin in our eyes tonight.
No chains on the mind, watch the soul climb,
every scar just a map, every bruise just a sign.
Shine, shine, let the darkness rewind;
we glow from the inside, forever blinding.