[Intro – strings & piano, voicemail sample idea] “This is just a reminder, baby… you came from love.” – Mom’s voice Yeah… everything I am started with her. --- [Verse 1] She ain’t have it all, but she gave it like she did Worked two jobs, came home, kissed her kid Went to school, did plays, still cleaned our mess While prayin' every night just to catch her breath Margie ain’t cry — not in front of me She just smiled through the rent and the groceries Made five dollars look like ten Told me, “Boy, they gon' hate, but you still gon’ win” She showed me how to fight without throwin’ a hand Taught me respect was more than just a stance And every night when the world felt cold She made home feel rich without touchin’ gold --- [Hook – warm, melodic, layered with harmonies] I’m Margie’s son — yeah, that’s my crown Even when I fell, she held me down She saw the light when I lost my way Put her prayers in the sky like every day I’m Margie’s son — so I stand strong Built from a woman who ain't ever been wrong They can take it all, but not my name ‘Cause Margie raised a king through the pain --- [Verse 2] She ain’t flinch when the bills stacked tall Just rolled up sleeves and faced it all Told me “Be more than the block they stuck you in” So I broke out with a pad and a busted pen I remember nights we ain’t have no lights Dinner was hope and leftover rice But I never felt poor, I just felt love 'Cause mama made struggle feel like enough She clapped loudest when the crowd was mute Wasn’t no stage too big for her roots Now when I rap, I rap for her The backbone, the grace, the soul of my verse --- [Hook Repeat – deeper tone, more emotional delivery] I’m Margie’s son — yeah, that’s my truth All my wins got her stitched in the proof She saw the king before the crown fit Told me, “Don’t quit, even when you’re hit” I’m Margie’s son — so I talk proud Even if I’m broke, I’m rich in sound Can’t nobody take what she poured in me ‘Cause her love made a legacy --- [Outro – soft strings fade, spoken word tone] If I shine, it’s 'cause she handed me her light. If I survive, it’s 'cause she gave me her fight. Thank you, Mama. You ain’t just raised me — you built me.

Margie’s Son