[male
vocals] (
Cinematic
piano
building)
From
the
streets
of
Lagos
to
the
Zambian
soil
We
carry
the
spirit,
we
carry
the
toil
Mr.
Uche,
Old
Soldier,
hear
the
sound
Faith
is
the
anchor
that
holds
the
ground
Yeah,
let
the
hustle
move
across
the
lands
Guided
by
the
Almighty's
hands
Early
morning
sun
rising
on
the
horizon
line
Mr.
Uche
lace
your
boots,
it
is
your
time
to
shine
Leaving
Nigeria’
s
heat,
seeking
out
the
golden
gain
Walking
through
the
valleys,
dancing
through
the
rain
You’
re
carrying
the
weight,
the
hunger,
and
the
pride
With
the
Most
High
walking
right
there
by
your
side
Don't
you
ever
falter,
don't
you
ever
bend
This
journey
is
a
blessing
that
will
never
end
Oh,
let
God
be
with
you
in
every
single
step
you
take
In
the
Zambian
hustle,
for
your
future’
s
sake
From
the
West
to
the
East,
let
the
blessing
flow
Watch
the
seeds
of
your
labor
starting
now
to
grow
Mr.
Uche,
Old
Soldier,
keep
your
vision
high
Underneath
the
canvas
of
the
open
sky
Grace
is
your
shield,
purpose
is
your
light
Keep
on
pushing
forward,
everything
is
alright
Old
Soldier,
you’
ve
seen
battles,
you’
ve
walked
the
hardest
mile
But
keep
that
iron
spirit
and
keep
that
honest
smile
The
Zambian
breeze
is
whispering
your
name
today
Success
is
calling,
showing
you
the
brand
new
way
Distance
is
a
river,
but
faith
is
the
bridge
You’
re
climbing
up
the
mountain,
reaching
for
the
ridge
No
weapon
formed
against
you
is
ever
gonna
stand
You’
re
building
up
a
legacy
across
the
land
Oh,
let
God
be
with
you
in
every
single
step
you
take
In
the
Zambian
hustle,
for
your
future’
s
sake
From
the
West
to
the
East,
let
the
blessing
flow
Watch
the
seeds
of
your
labor
starting
now
to
grow
Mr.
Uche,
Old
Soldier,
keep
your
vision
high
Underneath
the
canvas
of
the
open
sky
Grace
is
your
shield,
purpose
is
your
light
Keep
on
pushing
forward,
everything
is
alright (
Orchestral
swell)
It’
s
not
just
the
money,
it’
s
not
just
the
gold
It’
s
the
story
of
the
brave,
it’
s
the
truth
being
told
From
Nigeria
to
Zambia,
the
spirit
remains
Breaking
every
barrier,
cutting
through
the
chains
Stand
firm,
brothers,
let
the
fire
burn
bright
You
are
the
masters
of
the
day
and
the
night
Oh,
let
God
be
with
you
in
every
single
step
you
take
In
the
Zambian
hustle,
for
your
future’
s
sake
From
the
West
to
the
East,
let
the
blessing
flow
Watch
the
seeds
of
your
labor
starting
now
to
grow
Mr.
Uche,
Old
Soldier,
keep
your
vision
high
Underneath
the
canvas
of
the
open
sky
Grace
is
your
shield,
purpose
is
your
light
Keep
on
pushing
forward,
everything
is
alright
Let
God
be
with
the
hustle
Let
God
be
with
the
dream
Mr.
Uche,
Old
Soldier,
shine
on
Shine
on
through
the
distance
From
Nigeria
to
Zambia
Grace
leads
the
way (
Fade
out
with
strings)