APPLAUSE

[Intro]
Yeah…
Some stories start in bright lights.
This one started under warehouse lamps.
[Verse 1]
Six in the morning, steel doors slide,
cold air breathing through the loading side.
Rows of pallets stacked like walls,
quiet young worker in between them all.
Scanner beeping like a metronome beat,
forklift rolling slow through the concrete streets.
Clock on the wall moving heavy and slow,
but inside his chest there was somewhere to go.
Karol kept rhymes in a pocket notebook,
dreams between lines nobody ever looked.
Break time bars while the coffee ran thin,
little sparks of fire under tired skin.
People said life was a straight small lane,
work your shift then repeat the same.
But he heard drums in the silence there,
like destiny humming inside the air.
[Hook]
From aisles to applause, from work boots to stage,
turned late-night dreams into front-page waves.
Climbed so high but stayed the same soul,
fame never changed him — he kept control.
[Verse 2]
Night after night he sharpened the sound,
words like bricks building something profound.
First small crowd, then the rooms got loud,
hands in the air rising from the crowd.
Lights got bigger, the road got wide,
city to city with the beat as a guide.
Labels calling, the numbers grew tall,
the kid from the warehouse now known by all.
Money came fast like a storm in the sky,
cars, flashing cameras, people passing by.
But Karol remembered the concrete floor,
where the dream first knocked on a quiet door.
[Hook]
From aisles to applause, from work boots to stage,
turned late-night dreams into front-page waves.
Climbed so high but stayed the same soul,
fame never changed him — he kept control.
[Verse 3]
Fame can twist minds like wind in a storm,
turn good hearts cold and kindness to norm.
But he stayed steady like stone in a stream,
never forgot where he came from or dreamed.
Turned his spotlight into a light for the lost,
helped young voices find rhythm and cause.
Opened doors where walls used to stand,
gave hope to kids with a mic in their hand.
Because success ain’t the cars or the fame,
it’s lifting another while building your name.
Karol climbed mountains nobody saw,
but the biggest win — he stayed who he was.
[Hook / Outro]
From aisles to applause, from work boots to stage,
turned late-night dreams into front-page waves.
From warehouse floors to the top of the globe —
Karol made it big…
and never lost his soul.

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