Mud on my Timbs

Pollen in my lungs

Whole block in bloom

Still we bang them drums

Steel toes stomp through a bed of tulips

Concrete cracked, see the roots, they ruthless

Beauty in the dirt where the blood got spilled

New buds push up where the old got killed

I walk through the park with a scarred-up heart

Tattooed hands on a shopping cart

Lilac breeze in a gasoline haze

Kids sell dreams at the bus stop maze

Cherry trees lean over rusted rails

Graffiti on the bark, all the faded tales

Petals on the hoodie, dust on my soul

Every soft color got a hard-ass role

Spring flowers in a war zone, blooming in the blast (yeah)

Soft pink, hard fists, future from the past

Smell that hope through the smoke when the sirens shout

Spring flowers in the gutter, still fighting their way out

Spring flowers in the pit, watch ‘em breaking through the doubt (ayy)

Spring flowers in the pit

Spring flowers in the pit

Dandelions pop where the glass got tossed

Yellow on the curb for the ones we lost

Mama on the stoop with a rose in a jar

Prays for the block, for the ones behind bars

I seen stems snap under Air Max rage

Still seeds fly free out the torn-up cage

Violence in the night, then the dawn runs red

But the buds still rise from the junkyard bed

Tattoos of thorns on my neck, my chest

‘Cause the pain and the bloom grew side by side, yes

I’m the storm and the garden in a human frame

Put my name on the wind, let the rain explain

Spring flowers in a war zone, blooming in the blast

Soft pink, hard fists, future from the past

Smell that hope through the smoke when the sirens shout

Spring flowers in the gutter, still fighting their way out