Driven Through the Rain

Yeah… Oh, yeah… PHD… Poor,

Hungry, Driven. This one from the heart.

I’ve been walking through the rain on my own,

Trying to find my way,

trying to find my home.

A lot of things I never said out loud,

A lot of times I had to smile through the crowd.

But I’m learning that it’s okay to slow down,

It’s okay if I don’t have it all figured out.

I’ve been carrying dreams that are bigger than me,

Still holding on to who I’m meant to be.

And when the night gets cold,

I tell my heart,

“Don’t let go.”

There’s something waiting for me,

Somewhere I’m supposed to be.

I’m still here, still breathing,

Still believing, still dreaming.

Even when the world gets heavy on me,

I look inside and remember PHD.

Poor, Hungry, Driven, That’s the fire I was given.

I may bend, but I won’t disappear,

After everything I’ve been through,

I’m still here.

Mama Helen, I hope you hear me when I sing,

Papa Moses, I still carry everything You taught me about life,

about standing strong, Even when the road gets hard and long.

Sometimes I look up at the stars at night,

Wonder if you can see me getting my life right.

I miss you both,

but I keep moving ahead,

With your love in my heart and your words in my head.

And when the tears come down,

I won’t let them keep me down.

I know you’d want me to live,

So I’m giving all I’ve got to give.

Maybe I don’t have all the answers,

Maybe tomorrow isn’t clear.

But I know one thing for certain,

I made it another year.

And if nobody believes in me,

I’ll believe in myself tonight.

I’ve got a little bit of darkness,

But I’m still looking for the light.

I’m still here… Oh,

I’m still here…

Still breathing, still believing,

Still chasing what I see.

PHD… Poor, Hungry, Driven… That’s more than just three words to me.

That’s the story of my life,

That’s who I’m becoming.

Mama Helen…

Papa Moses… Your pikin still dey stand.

PHD… Poor.

Hungry.

Driven.

And I’m still here.