Let it Rumble

We are stardust on the sidewalk,
We are stone that learned to sing.
Got a pocket full of thunder,
Got a heart that does its swing.
When the world gets heavy on me,
I just bend it into beat—
Turn the burden into boogie,
Turn the struggle into heat.

I don’t shape my words for easy,
I don’t dress my truth in lace.
If it’s shaking up the rafters,
Baby, that’s the place.

Let it jolt you, let it jump you,
Let it rumble every room.
If a pretty little lie
Starts smelling sweet like perfume—
Let the truth come busting through.
I don’t whisper to the night,
I spark the dark and make it bright.
I don’t soothe—I crack it open.
Let the reckoning get in motion.

This mirror’s got a memory,
This canvas loves a fight.
Every color bleeds its story
Till the story gets it right.
I call out every phantom,
Name the shadows in their spin—
Pull the curtain off the quiet,
Let the loud come marching in.

I’m no preacher, I’m no product,
I’m just hands that make the truth.
If it rattles all the windows—
That’s the gospel in its groove.

Let it jolt you, let it jump you,
Let it rumble every room.
If a pretty little lie
Starts smelling sweet like perfume—
Let the truth come busting through.
I don’t whisper to the night,
I spark the dark and make it bright.
I don’t soothe—I crack it open.
Let the reckoning get in motion.

This ain’t a sermon or a bargain.
This is breath that won’t behave.
This is bone beneath the glitter,
This is fire you cannot save.
They said “not now,” but meant “never.”
But I’m still clever.
Every clipped-back note,
Every line they wrote
Over mine—
Still I shine.

Let it shock you, let it shake you,
Let it break the velvet sleep.
If the myth feels warm and holy,
Wake the dreamers from the deep.
I don’t write to make it right—
I write to drag it into light.
I don’t soothe—I crack it open.
Let the reckoning get in motion.

This ain’t commerce—this is communion.
I bring what my heartbeat brings.
And if it rattles you—
Let it.
That’s how change gets wings.