[Intro]
(Ad-libs: "yeah, uh, Young P on the beat")
Young P on the beat, feel the heat — Beat don't sleep
[Low piano + kick in]
[Verse 1]
From Jo'burg sunrise to the late-night stoep light
We lace dreams with grit, turn the struggle into flight
Concrete remembers names, graffiti holds the lines
Taxi horns like metronomes counting out our rhymes
Mama’s pan on the stove, smell of cinnamon and hope
Corner shop radio singing through the open throat
Every step a syllable, every hustle finds its proof
We write our future loud, from Parktown to the roof
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeats racing, no time for pacing — we rise
Life’s a cipher, we spit truth between the lies
Through the highs and lows, through the scars and growth
We stitch the city’s pulse into the notes we wrote
[Chorus] (Hook motif)
Beat don't sleep — Young P forever
Beat don't sleep — we ride it together
Young P on the beat, feel the rhythm in your soul
Beat don't sleep — keep the story in control
(Ad-libs: "Young P forever, never fold")
[Verse 2]
Neon reflection on puddles from last night’s rain
Wallet thin but rich in scars and names we gained
We trade old regrets for the skyline’s new glow
Pass the flame, pass the verse, let the whole block know
Pocket full of punchlines, pockets full of plans
From payphone prayers to mic checks in packed stands
Signature phrase stuck in my teeth like sugar-sweet
Young P on the beat — heartbeat, backbeat, repeat
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeats racing, no time for pacing — we ride
Life’s a game we play raw, bare-knuckled pride
Through the highs and lows, the loss and the growth
We fold the map, draw new routes in the smoke
[Chorus]
Beat don't sleep — Young P forever
Beat don't sleep — we ride it together
Young P on the beat, feel the rhythm in your soul
Beat don't sleep — keep the story in control
(Call-and-response: "Young P?" "Forever!")
[Rap Verse — 16 bars] (Half-time switch at bar 9)
Bar 1: Late nights, streetlight, breath fog on the glass
Bar 2: Hustle taught me patience, pain wrote the past
Bar 3: Postal stamps on dreams we mailed but never got back
Bar 4: Still we write receipts for futures on the map
Bar 5: I remember Ma’s hand, counting coins, folding prayer
Bar 6: Brother on the corner humming hope into the air
Bar 7: Steel gates clank like percussion on our block
Bar 8: Sneakers scuff prophecy into the sidewalk chalk
[Half-time — drums pull back, bass grows darker]
Bar 9: Now the booth’s my confessional, mic’s my sermon
Bar 10: Every line’s a mirror where the hurt becomes learnin’
Bar 11: Neon hum, brake dust, the city tastes like chrome
Bar 12: We turned alleyway whispers into a homegrown poem
Bar 13: Inventory of losses, ledger of small wins
Bar 14: Trade the doubt for hustle, tie motivation to the pins
Bar 15: If the night tries to swallow, our chorus will tether
Bar 16: Beat don't sleep — we burn slow, Young P forever
(Ad-libs through verse: "skrrt", "yeah", "uhh", echo "forever")
[Bridge] (Beat switch — synth swell, strings lift)
[Take out drums; add strings + vinyl c
