[male
vocals] (
Driving
synth
pulse,
steady
beat
builds)
Yeah,
eyes
on
the
horizon
King
Ibish,
we
moving
forward
This
is
the
season
Listen
to
the
sound
of
the
climb
I
wake
up
before
the
sun
even
greets
the
floor
With
a
vision
in
my
head
and
a
hunger
for
more
They
told
me
keep
it
steady,
keep
it
low
and
slow
But
there’
s
a
fire
in
my
soul
that
won’
t
let
me
go
I’
m
counting
up
the
steps,
yeah
I’
m
marking
the
miles
Turning
every
setback
into
a
reason
for
smiles
I
built
this
from
the
ground,
brick
by
heavy
brick
Now
the
rhythm
of
the
city
makes
the
pulse
kick
Oh,
we’
re
rising
like
the
tide
in
the
morning
light
King
Ibish
on
the
throne,
yeah
we’
re
winning
the
fight
It’
s
the
hustle,
the
grind,
the
way
that
we
flow
Watch
the
garden
that
we
planted
begin
to
grow
Yeah,
the
world
is
waiting
for
the
story
to
unfold
Every
chapter
that
we
write
is
turning
into
gold
I
remember
the
nights
when
the
pockets
were
dry
Just
a
dream
in
my
chest
and
a
prayer
to
the
sky
But
sweat
is
the
currency
that
buys
you
the
crown
And
I
never
let
the
pressure
ever
pull
me
down
I’
m
focused
on
the
prize,
yeah
the
vision
is
clear
I’
m
trading
in
the
doubt
for
a
brand
new
year
If
you
want
the
harvest,
you
gotta
sow
the
seed
I’
m
providing
the
path
for
the
ones
that
I
lead
Oh,
we’
re
rising
like
the
tide
in
the
morning
light
King
Ibish
on
the
throne,
yeah
we’
re
winning
the
fight
It’
s
the
hustle,
the
grind,
the
way
that
we
flow
Watch
the
garden
that
we
planted
begin
to
grow
Yeah,
the
world
is
waiting
for
the
story
to
unfold
Every
chapter
that
we
write
is
turning
into
gold
Can
you
feel
it
in
the
air,
the
turning
of
the
page?
Stepping
out
the
shadows,
moving
to
the
stage
It’
s
not
just
for
the
money,
it’
s
for
the
legacy
King
Ibish,
standing
tall
for
all
the
world
to
see (
Soar,
reach,
climb,
high) (
The
hustle
never
dies)
Oh,
we’
re
rising
like
the
tide
in
the
morning
light
King
Ibish
on
the
throne,
yeah
we’
re
winning
the
fight
It’
s
the
hustle,
the
grind,
the
way
that
we
flow
Watch
the
garden
that
we
planted
begin
to
grow
Yeah,
the
world
is
waiting
for
the
story
to
unfold
Every
chapter
that
we
write
is
turning
into
gold
Yeah,
we
moving
up
King
Ibish,
keep
the
vision
alive
Sun
is
rising,
we
are
shining
From
the
ground
to
the
sky
Yeah,
we
rise (
Fading
out
with
building
percussion)