[Intro]
No silver start, no easy road —
we built this from cracked concrete and calloused hope.
While they were talking,
we were walking through storms,
counting scars like proof of life.
No spotlight.
Just grit and timing.
The climb began long before they noticed.
[Verse 1]
We were told to wait our turn —
we didn’t.
We carved our own lane,
hands shaking, eyes open,
turning every closed door into a hinge.
We learned patience from hunger,
grace from struggle,
strength from being overlooked.
And now we move quieter —
but heavier.
[Chorus]
We’re not here for crowns or cheers.
We came to last.
Through smoke, through noise, through doubt —
we keep our pace,
eyes locked forward.
Top of the pack —
no leash, no fear, no turning back.
[Verse 2]
Every fall taught rhythm.
Every bruise rewrote our steps.
There’s poetry in the grind if you listen close —
the hum of ambition,
the pulse of what’s possible.
We don’t chase victory.
We become it,
slowly, steadily,
like dawn sneaking over the skyline.
[Bridge]
Some call it luck.
They don’t see the miles under our feet.
They don’t feel the nights that never ended.
They see the rise,
not the rebuilding.
But we remember every moment —
the weight, the doubt,
the quiet choice to keep going
when nothing moved but our breath.
[Chorus]
We move like thunder — steady, awake.
We lead from silence, not applause.
We’ve carried the burden and made it a badge.
This is earned,
not borrowed.
Top of the pack —
no crown needed,
the climb itself was the crown.
[Outro]
So when they ask where we came from,
we’ll say:
from the ground,
from the grind,
from the fire that didn’t break us.
We don’t wait for light —
we bring it with us.
Top of the pack —
still rising.
Always.
ValoNarcia
