Asphalt Bloom

[Verse 1]
The heat press down like a government hand
Rust on the sign for the promised land
Grandma's voice a low-humming fan
Whisperin', 'Son, you got roots in this sand.'

[Chorus]
They see the ruin, I see the room to grow
Watch the asphalt bloom where the concrete won't go
Yeah, the asphalt bloom where the concrete won't go

[Verse 2]
Saw a buckeye branch through a busted-out pane
On a dollar store ghosting in the August rain
They call it blight, this tangled, green refrain
But it's the only prayer that still whispers the name

[Chorus]
They see the ruin, I see the room to grow
Watch the asphalt bloom where the concrete won't go
Yeah, the asphalt bloom where the concrete won't go

[Bridge]
Heard the old drum patterns in the cicada's drone
From a Kingston porch to this cracked paving stone
Every twisting tendril is a story I own

[Outro]
Watch it now...
The asphalt bloom...