BAG IT

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[INTRO]
Yeah…
From the store aisles to the freeway nights,
From empty pockets to chasing life…
One word followed me through every season:
Bag it.

[HOOK]
Bag it — when the world got heavy, I had to drag it.
Bag it — every loss, every dream, I had to pack it.
Bag it — when the love turned cold, I had to grab it.
Bag it — when the money got low, I had to stack it.
From the kid with a bag as a toy in his hand,
To the man who said “bag it” just to take a stand.
I been broke, been bruised, been pushed off track,
But I bag my hope and I keep coming back.

[VERSE 1]
As a kid I was poor but the bag was my friend,
Plastic danced in the wind, paper died in my hands.
Lunch bag it, toy bag it, trash bag it —
that little crinkle was my whole imagination.
Didn’t have much, but I had that sound,
That flutter in the wind when the bag touched ground.
It taught me early: even nothing can be something,
If you learn how to carry it and keep on running.

[VERSE 2]
Then life got grown, and the bag got deep,
Suddenly “bag it” meant protecting my peace.
Some choices cut sharp, some seasons hit hard,
Some moments made me guard my future like a bodyguard.
I packed up my heart when the love turned rough,
I packed up my clothes when the fights got tough.
I said “bag it” to the drama, “bag it” to the pain,
And every time I left, I carried my name.

[VERSE 3]
I found myself by the freeway with a bag at my feet,
Trying to turn loose change into something to eat.
People walked past like my struggle wasn’t real,
But I held that bag tight like a shield.
Baby moms reaching in my pockets like it’s theirs,
Life tugging at my bag from a thousand different stairs.
Still I chased the bag — not the flex, not the brag,
But the chance to fill it up with a future I never had.

[BRIDGE]
Every season, every chapter, every shift:
Bag it.
Every heartbreak, every setback, every gift:
Bag it.
Every time I had to leave to save my soul:
Bag it.
Every time I had to start again from zero:
Bag it.

[OUTRO]
And when my story’s done, when my breath runs thin,
They’ll zip me up gentle and say “bag him.”
But that ain’t defeat — that’s proof I carried
Every burden, every blessing, every battle I married.
I lived my truth, I fought my fight,
I filled my bag with every ounce of light.
Bag it — that’s the motto I lived inside,
And I’ll chase that bag ’til the day I die.

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[INTRO] Yeah… From the store aisles to the freeway nights, From empty pockets to chasing life… One word followed me through every season: Bag it. [HOOK] Bag it — when the world got heavy, I had to drag it. Bag it — every loss, every dream, I had to pack it. Bag it — when the love turned cold, I had to grab it. Bag it — when the money got low, I had to stack it. From the kid with a bag as a toy in his hand, To the man who said “bag it” just to take a stand. I been broke, been bruised, been pushed off track, But I bag my hope and I keep coming back. [VERSE 1] As a kid I was poor but the bag was my friend, Plastic danced in the wind, paper died in my hands. Lunch bag it, toy bag it, trash bag it — that little crinkle was my whole imagination. Didn’t have much, but I had that sound, That flutter in the wind when the bag touched ground. It taught me early: even nothing can be something, If you learn how to carry it and keep on running. [HOOK] Bag it — when the world got heavy, I had to drag it. Bag it — every loss, every dream, I had to pack it. Bag it — when the love turned cold, I had to grab it. Bag it — when the money got low, I had to stack it. From the kid with a bag as a toy in his hand, To the man who said “bag it” just to take a stand. I been broke, been bruised, been pushed off track, But I bag my hope and I keep coming back. [VERSE 2] Then life got grown, and the bag got deep, Suddenly “bag it” meant protecting my peace. Some choices cut sharp, some seasons hit hard, Some moments made me guard my future like a bodyguard. I packed up my heart when the love turned rough, I packed up my clothes when the fights got tough. I said “bag it” to the drama, “bag it” to the pain, And every time I left, I carried my name. [VERSE 3] I found myself by the freeway with a bag at my feet, Trying to turn loose change into something to eat. People walked past like my struggle wasn’t real, But I held that bag tight like a shield. Baby moms reaching in my pockets like it’s theirs, Life tugging at my bag from a thousand different stairs. Still I chased the bag — not the flex, not the brag, But the chance to fill it up with a future I never had. [BRIDGE] Every season, every chapter, every shift: Bag it. Every heartbreak, every setback, every gift: Bag it. Every time I had to leave to save my soul: Bag it. Every time I had to start again from zero: Bag it. [HOOK] Bag it — when the world got heavy, I had to drag it. Bag it — every loss, every dream, I had to pack it. Bag it — when the love turned cold, I had to grab it. Bag it — when the money got low, I had to stack it. From the kid with a bag as a toy in his hand, To the man who said “bag it” just to take a stand. I been broke, been bruised, been pushed off track, But I bag my hope and I keep coming back. [OUTRO] And when my story’s done, when my breath runs thin, They’ll zip me up gentle and say “bag him.” But that ain’t defeat — that’s proof I carried Every burden, every blessing, every battle I married. I lived my truth, I fought my fight, I filled my bag with every ounce of light. Bag it — that’s the motto I lived inside, And I’ll chase that bag ’til the day I die.

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