Rise of the Phoenix: A Hustler's Anthem - Live

Rise of the Phoenix: A Hustler's Anthem

Hustle with a definition
Dedication, weapon if you have
Awaiting recognition

Listen, the phoenix poet is bleeding
To create a scene, a stage, action, and film

I guess lately, the poet in me is itching to trill
For I don't know if I'm kind of rapping
Or telling my stories to get my readers still
Like Shallipopi

In my race, no GTA
No cops, no traffic lights, and no BTA

Listen
I remember in 017, there wasn't an easy way
To say
Keep on grinding, you're almost there
E ma sooro, We are almost there
Like Baddo singsonged back in 017
Without feeling the pain of not having a dream, For my movie scene

But see, a dream that I have, and I can see
Dwells deep, so deepening like a sea
So I had to dive deep into myself to retrieve the seed
For man has a dream, like Martin Luther King
To bring a dream into reality, like a man-made thing

Okay, in my race, no GTA
No cops, no traffic lights, and no BTA

So my brother, take it one day at a time
Like a keppra medicine
For the dog days will soon be over
And your hustle will soon pay off, my brother

For A diamond made from Sol III intense heat & pressure
Called trials and tribulations, you are
So F.N to those haters
Hating from a distance, without having a one-on-one conversation

So my brother, hustle with a definition
Dedication, weapon if you have
Awaiting recognition

For salutation anticipates the top drawers like a celebration
So my Guy, Jara
For, Okan ni aye, egbon mi, wa ni

So keep on praying
And keep on grinding
Tomorrow is a brand-new today
That's all I have to say

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