[male
vocals] (
Soft,
aching
piano
chords) (
Deep,
steady
breath)
Yeah,
this
one
is
for
the
scars
that
turned
into
stars.
For
the
moments
the
world
went
dark.
Listen.
Twenty-nineteen,
the
year
the
foundation
cracked,
My
father
left,
and
everything
we
had
went
black.
I
was
just
a
boy,
sitting
in
a
technical
school
hall,
In
Mungwi,
waiting
for
the
sky
to
fall.
Grade
eleven
dreams,
shattered
on
the
concrete
floor,
I
didn't
know
who
I
was,
or
what
I
was
living
for.
My
heartbeat
echoed
in
the
silence
of
the
room,
Just
a
young
man
standing
in
the
shadow
of
the
gloom.
But
look
at
me
now,
look
at
how
the
light
breaks
through,
From
the
valley
of
the
lost,
I
found
something
new.
They
told
me
it
was
over,
told
me
I
was
done,
But
I’
m
the
B.
C.
dreamer,
I’
m
the
rising
sun.
Yeah,
I’
m
the
one
who
weathered
the
pouring
rain,
Found
the
strength
in
the
middle
of
the
pain.
A
stranger
reached
out,
took
my
hand
in
the
cold,
Turned
a
broken
story
into
something
gold.
He
became
the
kin
I
never
had
in
my
darkest
hour,
He
gave
me
the
water
to
let
my
spirit
flower.
I
finished
my
papers,
thought
the
race
was
finally
won,
But
reality
hit
like
a
bullet
from
a
gun.
Kanshi,
there
was
no
work
in
the
streets
of
Mbala,
Just
the
weight
of
the
struggle,
the
heavy
pull
of
the
collar.
But
look
at
me
now,
look
at
how
the
light
breaks
through,
From
the
valley
of
the
lost,
I
found
something
new.
They
told
me
it
was
over,
told
me
I
was
done,
But
I’
m
the
B.
C.
dreamer,
I’
m
the
rising
sun.
Yeah,
I’
m
the
one
who
weathered
the
pouring
rain,
Found
the
strength
in
the
middle
of
the
pain.
First
born
son,
yeah,
the
pressure
was
heavy
on
my
chest,
Only
a G12
certificate,
trying
to
pass
the
test.
Tribal
walls
rising,
connections
locking
every
door,
I
was
slashing
in
the
dirt,
begging
for
a
little
more.
She
walked
away,
said
she
couldn’
t
take
the
grind,
Left
me
with
the
shadows
playing
tricks
inside
my
mind.
But
that
heartbreak
was
the
fire,
the
fuel
for
the
soul,
Turning
all
the
fragments
into
one
perfect
whole.
It
wasn't
the
end,
it
was
only
the
start,
Of
the
power
hidden
deep
inside
of
my
heart.
I
learned
to
hustle,
I
learned
to
stand
tall,
I
learned
how
to
fly
every
time
that
I’
d
fall.
Yeah,
I’
m
B.
C.
now,
watch
the
legacy
grow,
From
the
bottom
of
the
trench
to
the
beautiful
glow.
Look
at
me
now,
look
at
how
the
light
breaks
through,
From
the
valley
of
the
lost,
I
found
something
new.
They
told
me
it
was
over,
told
me
I
was
done,
But
I’
m
the
B.
C.
dreamer,
I’
m
the
rising
sun.
Yeah,
I’
m
the
one
who
weathered
the
pouring
rain,
Found
the
strength
in
the
middle
of
the
pain.
Yeah.
From
the
dust
of
Mbala.
To
the
man
I
am
today.
Never
stop,
never
fold.
B.
C.
standing
tall. (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
notes)