hustle anthem

INTRO Yeah… From the street, where nobody dey promise tomorrow, Ọtụtụ ụbọchị, na-eri pain, na-ezobe sorrow. Mama dey pray, “Nwa m, biko, survive,” So I hit the street every morning, just to stay alive. VERSE 1 I wake up early, no food for the table, But I tell myself, “My guy, you must be stable.” Ọ dịghị easy, but I carry my pain, Sun dey burn my body, still I dey hustle for gain. My guys dey call me, “Bro, how far? How you dey?” I say, “I dey manage, tomorrow go better someday.” Some boys lost hope, some boys lost their way, But I keep my head up, I no fit run away. Street taught me lessons wey school never teach, Trust is very rare, fake love plenty reach. Onye nwere ego, everybody calls him brother, But when pocket empty, even stranger fit ignore you. HOOK This street story, na my story, Pain in my heart but I still chase glory. Chukwu nyere m ike, I no go fall, Even when the whole world tells me “No,” I still stand tall. Nwa street, nwa street, I dey hustle every day for my feet. Mama pray, “Chukwu, protect my son,” One day, one day, I go make am proud. VERSE 2 I remember when I had nothing in my pocket, Dreams in my head but nobody fit support it. Friends disappear when the money no dey, But I learned one thing: keep moving anyway. Ọ bụrụ na ndụ sie ike, ka obi sie ike, If the road gets dark, I go find my own light. I no need to fake, I no need to pretend, I just want a better life for my family and friends. Mama, I know say you dey wait for the day, When your son go come home and say, “Mama, I made it.” No more tears, no more sleeping with fear, I go turn all this struggle to a better year. OUTRO Street raised me… Pain trained me… Life changed me… But I no go let the street break me. Chukwu, duru m ụzọ… Nne, biko, kpee ekpere maka m… One day, you go hear my story on the radio. From nothing… to something. This na my street story.