[Cold Open — Spoken, Low and Gritty] Yeah… They thought the street took everything. But it couldn’t take her fire. Mariah… Stand up. [Verse 1 — Tight, Syncopated Rap] Beautiful face, but the eyes tell truth, Had to grow steel when they stole her youth. Cold curb nights with the whole world gone, Still held tight when the hope burned low. Hell came close, tried to claim that name, Pain hit hard, but she stayed in the game. Life knocked her down—couldn’t move those feet, So she made every step her revenge on the street. One step—two step—blood, sweat, grace, Fire in her lungs, determination in her face. They said, “Slow down,” she said, “Watch me rise,” Now the road she survived puts a shine in her eyes. [Pre-Chorus — Southern Soul Lift] She ain’t looking for somebody to save her, She became her own kind of savior. Dust on her boots, lightning in her veins— Every scar is proof she overcame. [Chorus — Big Southern-Rock Hook] Mariah walked back through the fire, Every hard mile took her higher. Hell tried to hold her—she broke that chain, Now she dances in the middle of the pouring rain. Mariah—wild heart, survivor, Street-made soul with a flame burning brighter. She had to learn how to walk again— Now she walks like the road belongs to her. [Verse 2 — Harder Rap Pocket] Backstreet gospel with a rebel heartbeat, Learned real quick who was real, who was cheap. No silver spoon, just a chipped front door, And a reason every morning to fight once more. Pretty don’t mean she was sheltered from pain, She wore that storm like a crown in the rain. Doctors gave numbers—she gave them grit, When her body said quit, her spirit said, “Not yet.” Toe to the floor, then a step, then two, Built herself back like the strong ones do. No handout story, no victim disguise— She dragged her future out of yesterday’s lies. [Breakdown — Half-Time, Spoken Rap] Don’t call her lucky. You didn’t see the nights. Don’t call her fragile. You didn’t see the fight. She didn’t come this far Just to come this far. Now every step hits heavy Like the kick and the guitar. [Bridge — Guitar Answers Each Line] She fell— But she didn’t stay down. She broke— Then rebuilt from the ground. She cried— But the tears ran dry. Now Mariah walks tall With the South in her stride. [Final Chorus — Full Band] Mariah walked back through the fire, Every hard mile took her higher. Hell tried to hold her—she broke that chain, Now she dances in the middle of the pouring rain. Mariah—wild heart, survivor, Street-made soul with a flame burning brighter. She had to learn how to walk again— Now she walks like the road belongs to her. [Outro — Stripped Beat and Slide Guitar] Step by step… Scar by scar… She didn’t just survive— She became the fire. Mariah.
