Legacy

Intro – strings + piano build, layered atmosphere]

I ain’t do this to be famous… I did this so my kids know I didn’t fold.

When they ask who I was, let 'em play this.

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I got pain in my chest, but I carry it proud

'Cause every scar I earned came loud

Built from nights where I prayed for peace

But woke to war — still chose to teach

I don’t rap just to flex or trend

I spit so my kids got a voice when I end

Ciara, Aliana, Brian, Dom

Egypt, Bella, Xyla — that’s my calm

This for the nights I ain't know if I'd make it

This for the calls that said I wouldn’t take it

Now I'm writin' my will in each line I breathe

Not money — just stories for them to believe

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This my legacy — not the chain or the fame

It's the fight, the love, the soul in my name

When I’m gone, I hope they still play this

Tell my kids: "Daddy ain't quit, he faced it."

This my legacy — more than a post

It’s the nights I ain’t sleep, just held on close

If they ask who I was, say I gave it all

To rise when I could've just took that fall

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They gon' see the lights, but not the climb

The nights I broke down just to keep them fine

They gon’ hear the music, miss the cries

But my daughters know truth ain’t gotta lie

Told Abby, “If I fail, at least I tried”

Told Margie, “Your son gon' change this ride”

Told Brian Sr., “You passed me the torch, I made it burn”

Took the absence and flipped that hurt

I made pain into prayers with a beat on loop

I made trauma sound like truth in the booth

If all they get from me is strength and hope

Then I died full, never broke

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This my legacy — not the chain or the fame

It's the fight, the love, the soul in my name

When I’m gone, I hope they still play this

Tell my kids: "Daddy ain't quit, he faced it."

This my legacy — more than a post

It’s the nights I ain’t sleep, just held on close

If they ask who I was, say I gave it all

To rise when I could've just took that fall

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Moody Loe... not just the artist.

The father. The son. The fighter.

That’s my legacy.