My People

[ Lyrics ]

We build it real, we build it slow…

We build it real, we build it slow.

Met you in a waiting room, fake plants and stale air,
You were sketching frame lines like you didn’t care.
I said, ‘That light’s all wrong,’ you looked up and smiled,
Then we shot the whole damn sunrise, just to get it right.
Producer came through with a beat on his phone,
Said it wasn’t ‘hype enough’—I played it alone.
We drank cold brew in silence, rewired the stem,
Turned the drums into heartbeat, turned the pain into gem.
Writer passed a notepad, smudged ink, no titles,
Wrote ‘truth don’t need filters’ in crooked white cursive.

No red carpets, no fake praise,
Just your voice when the Wi-Fi fails.
We don’t chase what the algorithm sings—
We build on bones, not borrowed things.

My people, my people—
You see the work behind the glow.
My people, my people—
You show up when the world says ‘slow down, go’.
We build it real, we build it slow,
With quiet hands and steady souls.
My people, my people—
You’re the reason I still know.

Editing at 5 a.m., couch full of cables,
Your jacket still damp from the rain on the alley.
I sang a half-finished chorus, cracking on ‘free,’
You said, ‘Keep it—that’s the part that sounds like me.’
No one claps, no one trends,
Just a text that says, ‘This one bends.’
You sent a sample from your dad’s old jazz disc,
Broke the bridge wide open with a single flick.
We don’t talk ‘legacy’ like it’s a name to sell—
We just make what we feel, and we feel it well.

No facades, no filler tracks,
Just real talk in crackedback tracks.
You don’t flinch when I say I’m scared—
You just hand me the mic and stand right there.

My people, my people—
You see the work behind the glow.
My people, my people—
You show up when the world says ‘slow down, go’.
We build it real, we build it slow,
With quiet hands and steady souls.
My people, my people—
You’re the reason I still know.

Used to think love was lovers,
Fame was flashing lights.
Now I know love’s the reverb in my earpiece,
And fame’s showing up for the quiet fights.
You don’t need a crown to be holy,
Or a label to be known.
Just a heart that won’t fold, and a friend who won’t ghost—
That’s the empire I’ve grown.

My people, my people—
You see the work behind the glow.
My people, my people—
You show up when the world says ‘slow down, go’.
We build it real, we build it slow,
With quiet hands and steady souls.
My people, my people—
You’re the reason I still know.

We build it real…

We build it slow…