Intro

Verse 1

We built our homes with salt and clay

On land they said would wash away

But roots grow deep where drums still play

And no flood ever learned to pray

Chorus

I don’t sing for kings or crowns

My words ain’t dressed in gold or gowns

This song’s a coat for those worn down

A quiet spark in rusted towns

Verse 2

I seen a preacher trade truth for screens

Sellin’ hope in plastic dreams

But real faith sleeps where silence leans

In hammocks tied to mango trees

Chorus

I don’t sing for kings or crowns

My words ain’t dressed in gold or gowns

This song’s a coat for those worn down

A quiet spark in rusted towns

Bridge

They took the maps but left the land

Still we drew lines with calloused hands

We hum our history through sand

With every chord, we still withstand

Final Chorus

I don’t sing for kings or crowns

My voice belongs where pain resounds

This song’s a coat for those worn down

A pulse that drums beneath the ground

Outro