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From the Ghetto I Rise by money

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From the Ghetto I Rise

Afrobeat

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Wake up to rooster, no alarm tone Crack ceiling but I call I'm home
Empty pot sink like broken drum Mama smile say my son better days go come
Sleep I stare, dust on my feet Hunger dey knock but I no admit defeat
Rain dey enter through zinc wey bend But my small prayer dey rise like incense
Dey but dem laugh say I to dream big But na big dream fi change small kid
Pocket dry like I'm at a breeze Still I carry hope like royal beads
I no get gold, I no get chain But I get fire wey dey my vein
Tears fall down but I no shame One day the world go sabbe my name
From the ghetto wey I stand With empty pocket, open hand
Dey oversee me, understand I be poor but rich for plan
Dust on my shoes, pain in my chest Still I dey fight and no go rest
Sun go shine on me someday My night no fit last or waste
Handle light be my electricity Dark room but I get big vision clarity
Book pages worn like my old jeans But knowledge dey grow in between
Friends dey hustle for daily bread Some lose hope, some done mislead
Street too loud, temptation strong But I dey hold faith like my only son
Mama hand rough from market stall Papa big chang for what
He say son be better than me Even when poverty lock the key
I no get gold, I no get chain But I get fire wey dey my vein
Sweat and prayer mix like rain My suffering no be in vain
From the ghetto wey I stand With empty pocket, open hand
Dey oversee me, understand I be poor but rich for plan
Dust on my shoes, pain in my chest Still I dey fight and no go rest
Sun go shine on me someday My night no fit last or waste
If you see me smile no mean say I no cry Some nights I ask God why
But deep inside I hear him say Your story go inspire one day
So I walk through fire, no retreat Even barefoot on hot concrete
My crown no show but it dey wait For the boy we survive this fate
From the ghetto I rise again Through the loss and through the pain
But today but tomorrow rain My hustle go break every chain
Dust on my shoes, head to sky Tears dry but I still dey dry
Remember my name when I fly Na poor boy with wings wey high
So I walk through fire, no retreat Even barefoot on hot concrete
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