
This one comes from a Black Southern woman raised near a bayou, where there were more trees than people, and wisdom grew like wildflowers. It’s built from porchlight stories, shotgun lessons, freshly picked tomatoes, and hands that know work and worship at the same time.
Every lyric is lived-in. Every line is laced with gospel, grit, and grace.
It’s about my roots. My people. The love that raised me and the land that shaped me.
This ain’t pop-country. This is the ancestral country, with a soul that hums like a hymn and vocals shaped by Sunday mornings and late-night tears.
If you were raised by legends, taught to survive with both a skillet and a rifle or ever felt your worth in the dirt under your nails, this song is for you.