[Intro]
Yeah… uh…
We in the struggle but we don’t fold,
Turn the pain to the rhythm, let the story be told.
Hands up, bass loud, feel the floor shake,
This that real life anthem, no fake.
[Verse 1]
If you broke but still grindin’, that’s respect,
Money low but the hustle keep the dream in check.
Bills stack, stress heavy, try to crush your neck,
But the beat drop hard, let it resurrect.
We messy, we reckless, dancin’ through pain,
Storm clouds hittin’ but we sing in the rain.
Life’s raw, no filter, but the groove insane,
Clap twice, feel the echo bang your name.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands in the sky, let it all unwind,
The sound hits deep, it’ll heal your mind.
From the block to the world, we gon’ rise in time,
This beat our lifeline, rhythm divine.
[Chorus]
If you feel the weight but you still gon’ stand,
Let the sound break free like a marching band.
For the stress, for the love, for the highs, for the plans,
This the anthem for the people, clap your hands.
We don’t break, we expand, all across the land,
Turn the struggle to the power we command.
Raise your voice, let the rhythm demand,
Clap it out loud, yeah, clap your hands.
[Verse 2]
Stressy, messy, but we fight all night,
Got shadows in the dark but we spark that light.
Aggressy, depressy, still the grip hold tight,
When the pressure builds up, we still take flight.
From the city blocks, to the dirt roads wide,
Unity’s the weapon, let the rhythm collide.
Hands in the air, no mask, no disguise,
Breakin’ chains, takin’ back life with pride.
[Bridge]
When you down to nothin’, still somethin’ inside,
That drum in your chest, can’t kill that vibe.
World try to break you, but we won’t bend,
Clap it out loud, let the struggle transcend.
[Chorus]
Even broke, even tired, we gon’ dance,
Turn the lows to a beat, here’s your chance.
For the lost, for the dreamers, for the hope we enhance,
Together we stronger, this life is our dance.
Clap your hands, clap your hands, let it shake the ground,
Turn the silence into power, let the voices pound.
From the block to the globe, let the sound surround,
We still stand tall, yeah we still around.
[Outro]
Hands up high, let the rhythm expand,
We clap not for sorrow but for where we stand.
Broken or not, we still part of the band,
So clap your hands, yeah… clap your hands.
carltheboss101
