Americas in the City

[Intro] Across the skyline, a whisper and a shout Names in the wind, the stories spin about [Verse 1] Ameriqua, América, echoes in the street light glow Presidents and dreams, Neymar’s spark in a hopeful show Gengis to Tupac, a pulse that won’t let go City boy rhythm, chasing dawns we barely know [Pre-Chorus] Ya mboka, we rise, we hustle through the night Big Jey, we glide on the edge of neon light Diaz and Olmo, visions in the market’s flow Rema, bazzarba drums beating slow [Chorus] America in our pockets, stories in our mouths We carry the present, push through the doubts Staff of the city, faith in the crowd Together we lift up, standing tall and loud [Verse 2] Djo Bangi, rema visions paint the street Saoudien echoes blend with steps in steady feet Diaz on the pavement, dreams in every beat América, América, we repeat [Pre-Chorus] Ya mboka, we rise, through the crowded hours Big Jey, city boy with midnight powers Diaz and Olmo, trading lines of hope and fear Rema’s rhythm guiding us year by year [Chorus] America in our pockets, stories in our mouths We carry the present, push through the doubts Staff of the city, faith in the crowd Together we lift up, standing tall and loud [Bridge] Letters fly like flags in a brave new day Choices stitched in seams where we all keep faith From América to the horizon’s edge we glide Hand in hand, we write the future wide [Chorus] America in our pockets, stories in our mouths We carry the present, push through the doubts Staff of the city, faith in the crowd Together we lift up, standing tall and loud [Outro] Ameriqua, América, a chorus in the air A tapestry of courage woven everywhere