Story

Intro

TMP on this one

(Soft conga, gentle guitar riff, humming backing vocals)

Mama pray for me, city light still low,

I carry hope for breakfast, hustle for my soul.

Verse 1

I wake up with the rooster, street still in a dream,

Pocket light but my vision heavy like steam.

Market hustle, motorbike, the city sings my name,

Every small small victory, I add to my flame.

I learn to count my blessings in the corners of the night,

Turn every little loss into a lesson, into light.

Pre-Chorus

No shortcuts, no quick fame, just steady hands and time,

I plant my sweat in the soil, watch patience make it mine.

Neighbors clap the rhythm, aunty nods when I pass by,

I keep my head to the ground, eyes fixed on the sky.

Chorus

story story storio o

story story storio o

Ohh oooo.. Oooo...

this is my humble story

Verse 2

I carried heavy loads, I learned to bend, not break,

Saved small change in a jar, every naira for the take.

Uncle said, “Boy, no rush, let your work do the talk,”

So I grind from dawn to dusk, walk the walk, no shock.

Friends chase quick paper, I build with steady stone,

From corner to the stage, I’m carving out my home.

Pre-Chorus

Late lamp, early prayer, I hustle with respect,

Every closed door taught me how to redirect.

Mama’s voice in my ear, “son, keep your heart clean,”

I wear my scars like stories, every one a scene.

Chorus

story story storio o

story story storio o

Ohh oooo.. Oooo...

this is my humble story

Bridge

(Beat drops to half-time, soft synth pad, vocal ad-libs)

From the gutter to the rooftop, from the stall to the show,

I carry all the names of those who helped me grow.

No forgetting where I started, no forgetting who I am,

I lift my hands for every hand that held me when I can.

Breakdown

(Talking drum solo, layered harmonies)

Hear the city heartbeat, feel the drum inside my chest,

Every step I take is proof I gave my very best.

I sing for the small wins, I sing for the long nights,

For the ones who kept the faith when there was no light.

Chorus

story story storio o

story story storio o

Ohh oooo.. Oooo...

this is my humble story

Outro

(Gradual fade with call-and-response)

So when the sun rise higher and the crowd begin to cheer,

Remember humble stories turn the whispers into clear.

I bow to every lesson, I lift the hands that taught me glory,

Walk with me a little further—this is my humble story.

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Arrangement Notes

- Tempo: 100–105 BPM.

- Groove: Afrobeat pocket with syncopated hi-hats and congas; talking drum accents.

- Instruments: Electric guitar (clean, plucky); synth pads; talking drum; congas; bass guitar with warm low end; backing vocal choir for call-and-response.

- Vocal Style: Warm, slightly raspy lead; energetic ad-libs in the bridge; light Pidgin inflections for authenticity.