🎤 Intro (Dark Trap + Choir Hums) Yeah… Every branch got a story… Every limb got a lesson… Some grew from light… Some grew from wounds… But they all part of me… ⸻ 🎵 Verse 1 (Trap/Soul – deep, poetic) I been stretchin’ out my life like a tree in the storm, Some branches grew twisted from the nights I was torn. Some reached for the sun, some hid in the shade, Some carried my faith, some carried my pain. There’s limbs on me heavy with the weight of the past, Ones I should’ve let go but I held on fast. Some cracked under pressure but I ain’t collapse, That’s the thing ’bout a Sower — we built to outlast. Roots in the deep where the truth run thick, Branches on top where the blessings get picked. Some folks judge the tree by what they see quick, But they don’t know the storms that shaped every stick. ⸻ 🎵 Pre-Chorus (Soul/Gospel) And I learned… Some branches grow strong, some you gotta let burn. Every turn… Every limb leans a way ’til the whole tree learns. ⸻ 🎵 Chorus (Gospel + Trap drums) These branches don’t break me — they make me. Stretchin’ out wide ’cause the Root still save me. Every part of me growin’, even the achin’— Storms hit hard but the tree still standin’, sacred. I’m full-grown, full-known, never forsaken. Every limb, every scar… all part of my awakenin’. These branches don’t break me — they raise me. ⸻ 🎵 Verse 2 (Trap/Dark) I got branches that remind me who I used to be, Broken ones hangin’, but they still taught me. Some limbs cut off ’cause they drained my peace, Some I trimmed back just so I could breathe. Got branches reaching places I ain’t seen yet, Ones stretched far out on a holy preset. Growth ain’t quiet — it’ll shake you like regret, But pruning what’s dead always pays the debt. Some branches hold fruit, some only hold weight, Some feed the world, some bend under fate. But every one of them part of how I elevate — I don’t hate the broken… they helped me create. ⸻ 🎵 Pre-Chorus (Soul/Gospel) And I know… Not all growth is gentle, not all light slow. But the tree don’t fall from the branches that go… It rises from the Root and the truth below. ⸻ 🎵 Chorus (Full Gospel + Trap Energy) These branches don’t break me — they make me. Stretchin’ out wide ’cause the Root still save me. Every part of me growin’, even the achin’— Storms hit hard but the tree still standin’, sacred. I’m full-grown, full-known, never forsaken. Every limb, every scar… all part of my awakenin’. These branches don’t break me — they raise me. ⸻ 🎵 Bridge (Gospel Choir – haunting + powerful) Some fall off… Some rise tall… Some catch light… Some see it all… Some carry fruit… Some carry pain… But every branch part of how I became… ⸻ 🎵 Final Chorus (Trap + Choir Explosion) These branches don’t break me — they make me. Everything I am comes from what shaped me. Strong through the storm ’cause the Root still claim me, Whole through the trials ’cause the Branches raised me. Sacred tree… in the dirt I’m anchored. Every limb, every reach — all answered. These branches don’t break me — They crowned me… They found me… They made me.
