[Intro]
We rise on dusty streets, pulse of the city in our veins
Hands to the sky, we chase the shine through sunlit rains
[Verse 1]
From blocks to boardrooms, names in the margins bloom
Entrepreneurs sketching futures in the margins of the room
A painter, a coder, a singer in the making, all with a dream
Ambition stitched in our jackets, stitching hope to the seam
We hustle with rhythm, Afrobeat heartbeat in our feet
Pride in every step, resilience fueling every beat
We speak our truths in colors bright, no need to pretend
From humble roots to skyline lights, we draft our own trend
[Pre-Chorus]
We say: this is us, this is now, this is the plan we live by
To build a throne of effort, under open, hopeful sky
[Chorus]
Rise, rise, from the ground to the gold, we climb
Voices loud, streets proud, we own our time
Cash and crowns may glitter, but we guard our name
We hustled through the weather, and we burned into flame
[Verse 2]
A storyteller with a mic, a strategist with a map
A designer of futures in the lines on every cap
Each persona a mirror, each line a vow we keep
Dreams taller than towers, pushing limits while we sleep
We trade doubt for spark, worth in the work we sow
From corner stores to keynotes, watch our legends grow
Not chasing shadows, we glow with communal might
A chorus of kin, turning struggles into light
[Pre-Chorus]
We say: this is us, this is now, this is the plan we live by
To build a throne of effort, under open, hopeful sky
[Chorus]
Rise, rise, from the ground to the gold, we climb
Voices loud, streets proud, we own our time
Cash and crowns may glitter, but we guard our name
We hustled through the weather, and we burned into flame
[Bridge]
Not a single tale alone, we carry every thread
From auntie’s kitchen wisdom to the classroom’s stubborn dread
We lift as we climb, a network of hands held high
Ambition dressed in unity, we reach for the sky
[Chorus]
Rise, rise, from the ground to the gold, we climb
Voices loud, streets proud, we own our time
Cash and crowns may glitter, but we guard our name
We hustled through the weather, and we burned into flame
[Outro]
From humble beginnings to signatures on the doors of fate
We write our futures together, in the light we cultivate
