RED CLAY

From the heart of the earth were my story begins. Red clay roads were we Learn how to win. Dust kicks up when. I'm hustling on my way every footprint tells a story In that crimson clay. Red clay Dreams, where the seed of hope lay beneath my feet is a legacy that won't decay, I. the struggle and the grid find my path way with every step forward shaping my own day. Back to the basics, and what made me bold. In the red clay sun, where stories are told. Each crack in the ground. A lesson learned rising from the soil where ambition burned.