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The Concrete Ascent

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Upon

the

street

of

lionga,

We

hustle

hard

to

serve,kobonnaga

kutulo

ndogodogo,

ekatikatilo

lolo

Dunia

delo

katani,midi

I

stoke

the

embers

of

the

dream,

I

feed

the

hungry

The

rhythm

of

the

pavement

is

a

drumbeat

in

my

chest,

A

testament

to

labor

that

will

never

know

a

rest.

Kongbonaga

eringo

ko

mookoimaramukini

To

carve

a

legacy

of

gold

out

of

the

velvet

night.

Oh,

the

hustle

is

the

game,

street

is

name

and

money

is

the

is

the

way

reach

for

the

sky,

With

the

strength

of

the

spirit,

we

work

hard

to

serve

Yes,

the

hustle

in

the

streets

of

the

stone,Kodo

nagadi

ikulukita

egaini

kutujikayakilo

lakini

ibonga

aloro

Each

copper

coin

contain

a

path

of

jagged

I

read

the

heavy

silence

like

a

sage

reads

ancient

print.

The

traffic

flows

like

rivers

made

of

rushing,

restless

While

every

step

I

taken

lifts

me

from

the

barren

They

say

the

beginning

is

not

easy

Yet

I

bloom

in

the

defiance

of

this

earth

With

focus

as

my

compass

and

ambition

as

my

guide,

the

current

of

the

rolling

urban

tide.

Oh,

the

hustle

is

the

game

of

the

stone,

money

Rise

from

the

pavement,

reach

for

With

the

strength

of

the

spirit,

we

learn

how

to

Yes,

the

hustle

in

the

heart

To

a

kingdom

of

purpose,

we

claim

as

our

own.

Though

winds

of

winter

chill

the

bone

and

thunder

shakes

I

stand

a

monument

of

grit

against

the

hand

No

mountain

is

too

vertical,

no

cavern

is

too

wide,

For

the

fire

that

is

burning

in

the

marrow

deep

inside.

So

let

the

morning

echo

with

the

rhythm

I

am

a

master

of

the

labor,

I

am

a

keeper

The

gray

gives

way

to

brilliance

as

I

rise

above

the

every

struggle

into

light

of

coming

just

a

shadow

in

the

alleys

of

I

am

the

story

written

in

a

script

of

burning

gold.

Oh,

the

hustle

in

the

heart

Where

the

seeds

of

the

future

are

Rise

from

the

pavement,

reach

for

With

the

strength

of

the

spirit,

we

learn

how

to

Yes,

the

hustle

in

the

heart

of

the

stone,

To

a

kingdom

of

purpose,

we

claim

as

our

own.

In

the

streets

of

obongi

town,we

hustle

to

serve

and

we

work

hard

to

make

our

parents

and

families

proud

to

serve

in

a

day,a

dedication

to

all

the

hustlers

of

obongi

by

Muhammad

mbuu

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