[male
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
gentle
strumming) (
Pedal
steel
swells)
Born
and
raised
where
the
stories
start
In
the
Gava
quarters
with
a
beating
heart
Posta
estate,
Mbotela
streets
Where
the
Nairobi
rhythm
meets
the
heat
Young
boy
dreaming
with
his
eyes
wide
spread
With
a
vision
of
buildings
inside
his
head
Walking
across
Jogoo
Road
every
single
day
On
the
path
to
greatness,
finding
his
way
Oh,
Professor
Crispino,
watch
him
rise
With
a
blueprint
drawn
beneath
the
open
skies
From
Aquinas
High
where
the
legend
grew
To
the
master
of
the
art,
keeping
it
true
AQ
proud,
yeah
the
spirit
runs
deep
Promises
kept,
the
mountains
he’
ll
leap
Aquinas
High,
the
home
of
the
brave
Where
the
solid
foundation
started
to
pave
Crossed
that
Jogoo
Road,
never
looking
back
Staying
focused
on
the
narrow
track
University
of
Nairobi,
the
first
degree
Building
the
future
for
you
and
for
me
Belgium
bound
for
the
master
plan
Studying
housing
for
the
common
man
Oh,
Professor
Crispino,
watch
him
rise
With
a
blueprint
drawn
beneath
the
open
skies
From
Aquinas
High
where
the
legend
grew
To
the
master
of
the
art,
keeping
it
true
AQ
proud,
yeah
the
spirit
runs
deep
Promises
kept,
the
mountains
he’
ll
leap
From
the
Cape
Town
sun
to
the
JKUAT
halls
He’
s
answering
the
architect’
s
noble
calls
Affordable
homes
for
the
ones
in
need
Planting
the
harvest
from
the
humble
seed
Associate
Professor,
standing
tall
Breaking
the
limits,
tearing
down
the
wall
Eastlando
roots
in
the
architectural
design
Every
single
structure
is
a
work
so
fine
Pino
is
the
name,
a
scholar
of
the
frame
Carving
out
a
legacy,
etching
out
a
name
From
the
government
quarters
to
the
world
stage
Turning
the
leaf
on
a
brand
new
page
We
celebrate
the
journey,
we
celebrate
the
man
Doing
all
he
can
according
to
the
plan
Oh,
Professor
Crispino,
watch
him
rise
With
a
blueprint
drawn
beneath
the
open
skies
From
Aquinas
High
where
the
legend
grew
To
the
master
of
the
art,
keeping
it
true
AQ
proud,
yeah
the
spirit
runs
deep
Promises
kept,
the
mountains
he’
ll
leap
Yeah,
from
Mbotela
to
the
top
of
the
line
Professor
Crispino,
keep
on
shining
divine
AQ
forever,
the
legacy
stays
Guiding
us
through
all
of
our
days (
Pedal
steel
fades
out) (
Acoustic
guitar
strumming
ends)