OUT OF BLACK

[Intro — softly]
Not every story begins with dreams.
Some begin with a mistake… and the silence after a fall.
This is the story of Karol.
[Verse 1 — Ordinary Life]
Six in the morning — warehouse, cold light, concrete, dust,
Kaufland — pallets, forklift, scanner — the same motion on repeat.
Picking orders, targets, pace, a back as stiff as steel,
life was simple, but a question echoed: “Is this all I feel?”
Coffee from the machine, short break, phone quiet in his jeans,
people moving “from–to” like time meant nothing in between.
He wasn’t king of anything — just another working day,
but deep inside he felt a voice that hadn’t said its final say.
[Verse 2 — The Fall]
Then it hit — bills, mistakes, decisions gone wrong,
a quarter-million in debt — the world collapsed like a dream gone.
Phones ringing, letters piling, nights with no sleep,
in the mirror he saw fear… not the man he used to be.
He filed for bankruptcy — the end, the bottom, silence like a grave,
alone with the weight, no plan, no words left to say.
People disappear quickly when the lights and shine are gone,
and he sat there in the dark — and for the first time truly broke.
But right there — at the bottom — where nothing remains,
a decision is born that can change all the days.
He said: “Either I stay here… or I rise on my own,”
and that night Karol chose the fight — not the fear.
[Hook]
From the bottom to the top — through silence, pain, and fear,
when everything ends — that’s when the real start appears.
No luck, no miracle — just fire and a step,
today he drives a Lambo… once he had nothing but the dark.
[Verse 3 — Rebuilding]
From zero — literally — no money, no plan, no sleep,
back to the warehouse — the forklift moved, but his mind was somewhere deep.
Studying at night — money, markets, business, flow,
each day another brick — building solid ground below.
Slowly, quietly — first profits, the first breath of hope,
no luxury — just focus, hard work, learning how to cope.
While others slept — he calculated, planned, and grew,
because he knew the future doesn’t come — you build it piece by piece.
Years of sweat, mistakes, lessons — until the turning point appeared,
numbers rising — not thousands anymore — but millions getting near.
He looked into the mirror — the same boy, a different life,
from the bottom he climbed alone — and built his own design.
[Hook]
From the bottom to the top — through silence, pain, and fear,
when everything ends — that’s when the real start appears.
No luck, no miracle — just fire and a step,
today he drives a Lambo… once he had nothing but the dark.
[Verse 4 — Today]
The engine roars — a Lamborghini cutting through the city lights,
neon reflections on the paint — but inside the same old mind.
He never forgot the warehouse, the debt, the sleepless nights,
because it wasn’t money that built him — it was struggle and belief.
He helped his family, paid it all, closed the chapter of the past,
but sometimes he goes back in thought — to the place where it all beg

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