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Crowd Math is a collection of songs about how small actions ripple outward when people move together. It lives at the intersection of street-level grit and quiet hope: crowds, systems, and pressure on one side, and the stubborn work of planting, rebuilding, and staying grounded on the other.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Driving through this beat-up town,
These Concrete graves and bricks torn down
Rusted storefronts, hollowed hopes,
Steel-boned dreams with frayed-out ropes.

Bricks had their season, then slipped away,
Bulldozers ate the birds’ last phrase.
We carved the land for an owner’s crown,
Left it wired, and rotting, underground.

[Pre-Chorus]
So take what you’ve got, take back what you can,
A pocket of seeds, a borrowed strip of land.
One tiny start is a real kind of dream,
The future grows in the small kinds of green.

[Chorus]
Let the dandelion split the stone,
Let the clover stitch the tired ground.
Let willow lace the riverbanks,
Let prairie roots pull highways down.
We plant today for someone’s years,
For laughter we will never hear.
We’ll outgrow every city’s gloom
With seeds we won’t see bloom.

[Verse 2]
Our houses, our streets, our grids of chrome,
Nature keeps tapping: let me back home.
Lots go dark when the money moves,
But we don’t fold up, we don’t lose.

We bury small miracles, row by row,
In cracked-up dirt where dead malls go.
Compost the ruin, heal the bruise,
Leave better ground for better use.

[Pre-Chorus]
It doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter how,
Don’t wait for a sign, start planting now.
One tiny start is a real kind of dream,
The future grows in the small kinds of green.

[Chorus]
Let the dandelion split the stone,
Let the clover stitch the tired ground.
Let willow lace the riverbanks,
Let prairie roots pull highways down.
We plant today for someone’s years,
For laughter we will never hear.
We’ll outgrow every city’s gloom
With seeds we won’t see bloom.

[Bridge]
We won’t be here for every leaf,
We won’t get proof for every belief.
Forests start as a quiet plan,
Passed life to life, like contraband.
Write your impact in patient shade,
Not monuments that crack and fade.
If you want a future that breathes and stays,
Plant anyway.

[Final Chorus]
Let the dandelion split the stone
Let the clover mend the tired ground
Let willow lace the riverbanks
And prairie roots hold highways down
We plant today for someone’s years
For laughter we will never hear
We will will overcome these city's gloom
With seeds we won't see bloom