The Rocking Chair Millionaire

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Jerome in Macon, thirty-eight Mends up chairs at the county gate Five-thirty mornings, sore hands, low pay Bills kept piling like the rain in May He'd drive home tired in his work boots Carry the weight in his old blue coupe Little house, front porch, cracked red paint Same old dream, but the roof still leaked [Pre-Chorus] Then he found a room off the hall One mic, one light, and that was all A small home studio, door half-closed And a second chance where nobody knows [Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire Rich in the love he shares Rocking chair millionaire Built it one honest prayer (oh, he built it slow) Rocking chair millionaire Hope in the evening air Rocking chair millionaire Legacy sitting right there [Verse 2] He learned those AI tools late at night Let them help shape what was in his mind One song post after another came Stories from the block with his mama's name He'd clip one moment, then clip one more Put his truth out on that front porch floor And folks in town, they started to see It wasn't fame, it was dignity [Pre-Chorus] Each small step made the burden thin Faith in his chest, and fire within No gold chain, no borrowed shine Just a steady heart and a callin' line [Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire Rich in the love he shares Rocking chair millionaire Built it one honest prayer (keep on, keep on) Rocking chair millionaire Hope in the evening air Rocking chair millionaire Legacy sitting right there [Bridge] Now the grandkids sing what he sang In the kitchen while the screen still rang He left a road made out of grace For the next one standing in his place And when the years roll by like wheels What he made is what the whole town feels Not a pile of shine, not borrowed pride Just a free man's story amplified [Final Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire Rich in the love he shares Rocking chair millionaire Built it one honest prayer (amen, amen) Rocking chair millionaire Hope in the evening air Rocking chair millionaire Legacy sitting right there Comment ROCKING CHAIR... Your story could be the next one we sing. You could be the next