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T.R.A.C.E.
She Is...
Hip-Hop/Rap
She Is... was released on December 3, 2025 by T.R.A.C.E. as a part of the album She Is... - Single
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AlbumShe Is... - Single
Release DateDecember 3, 2025
LabelT.R.A.C.E.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.R.A.C.E.
T.R.A.C.E.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rosie Bell Hampton-Quiller
Rosie Bell Hampton-Quiller
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rosie Bell Hampton-Quiller
Rosie Bell Hampton-Quiller
Producer

Lyrics

She don’t just rise—she calls the sun.
She don’t just give—she makes the one.
She the root and the flame, the breath and the breeze,
The hush in the shade, the storm in the trees.
She the hum in the soil, the shift in the air,
The ache in the womb that still says “bear.”
Got dust on her feet, got fire in her chest,
Still hold space when the world need rest.
She bloom in the cracks where the concrete lies,
Raisin' life like the tide when the moon ride high.
Her voice ain’t loud, but it move through stone,
She build from silence, carve from bone.
Every curve a map, every scar a verse,
She mother the gift and carry the curse.
She move the sky, shift the seas,
Whisper growth into the leaves.
She don’t break, she bend, she bleed,
Still give breath when the whole world needs.
She is root. She is rise.
She is heat. She is wise.
She is rhythm, rhyme, reply—
She don’t ask why.
She is.
From spring green dreams to fall flame tones,
She change form but she stay known.
Feedin’ futures with her hands in dirt,
She birth whole worlds through joy and hurt.
She carry the drought and call down rain,
Push through pain like labor again.
No throne, no jewels, no robe to wear,
But queens move different—everywhere.
She teach time how to turn, teach stars how to spin,
Teach loss how to leave, teach love how to win.
She ain’t just mother—she the law of the land,
Raise generations with a whisper and a hand.
She move the sky, shift the seas,
Whisper growth into the leaves.
She don’t break, she bend, she bleed,
Still give breath when the whole world needs.
She is root. She is rise.
She is heat. She is wise.
She is rhythm, rhyme, reply—
She don’t ask why.
She is.
She don’t take—she gather.
Don’t follow—she father.
She split her soul just to make new matter.
Still stay whole through the shake and shatter.
She the echo in your chest when you quiet and still.
She the force in your spine when you climb that hill.
She the drum, the breath, the reason, the rite.
You don’t see her coming—
but she shape your life.
She move the sky, shift the seas,
Whisper growth into the leaves.
She don’t break, she bend, she bleed,
Still give breath when the whole world needs.
She is root. She is rise.
She is heat. She is wise.
She is rhythm, rhyme, reply—
She don’t ask why.
She is.
Written by: Rosie Bell Hampton-Quiller

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