[Verse 1, male, calm, clear, low register.] Hand-me-down shoes Talking to the pavement Lunch card empty Pockets full of change Mama stretched soup Added water to the gravy Called it “grandma’s recipe ” tasted like faith Toast for dinner Flipped it like a feast Ketchup on rice Said we eating overseas Shared one plate Everybody got a bite Learned how to split what we didn’t have that night [Chorus] We came from crumbs on the table Now I’m cooking up a way out Turned every hunger pang to prayer Every growling stomach to a shout From nothing but salt and hope To a whole buffet on my name Pressure made the plate I’m holding I was starving Now I’m feeding the flame [Verse 2] Got laughed at Brown bag Off-brand snacks Cheap cereal in a jar Peeled-off label on the back But I poured big dreams Overflowing in the bowl Stirred that struggle till it thickened in my soul Flour on my shirt from helping in the kitchen Steam on my face That’s the heat of ambition Burned a few nights Learned timing Learned taste Now every setback is seasoning Never goes to waste [Chorus] We came from crumbs on the table Now I’m cooking up a way out Turned every hunger pang to prayer Every growling stomach to a shout From nothing but salt and hope To a whole buffet on my name Pressure made the plate I’m holding I was starving Now I’m feeding the flame
