7 brothers in the house, all dreams on the rise,

7 brothers in the house, all dreams on the rise, Momma working late nights, see the hustle in her eyes, Pops was a soldier, taught us how to survive, But the weight of the world made the struggle feel alive. One sister in the mix, she held us down tight, In a sea of testosterone, she shined so bright, Fights in the living room, but love never fades, In the game of life, we were learning our own ways. Got each other's backs, through the thick and the thin, From the block to the hustle, we were destined to win, Every scar tells a story, every tear, a lesson, In a family of warriors, we rise without question. Never back down, always stand on our feet, With the heart of a lion, we refuse to accept defeat, In the struggle we grew, like a tree from the seed, real grass didn't know nothing about no weeds.