Been walking through fire with the smoke on my skin,
carried weight in my chest ’til the walls caved in.
But I rise from the dust when the nights grow thin
no crown on my head, but I fight like a king.

Shadow on my back but I don’t break stride,
pressure made a diamond in the part I tried to hide.
Now I move with a purpose, storm in my eyes,
and the world gets quiet when my spirit aligns.

I been down, I been numb, I been lost at times,
but the beat in my heart always pulled me back alive.
Now the ground starts shaking as the moment arrives

“I rise, when the bass hits, I rise.”
“I rise, when the bass hits, I rise.”
“I rise, when the bass hits, I rise.”
“I rise, when the bass hits, I rise.”

Yeah, I climbed out the dark with my fists in the dirt,
turned every failure to a reason I learned.
When the world threw punches, I absorbed the hurt
now my spirit hits harder than the ones that came first.

I’m built from the nights where I fought my doubt,
from the days where the silence tried to shut me down.
Now I stand on the edge where the lost get found,
and I breathe like a king hearing destiny’s sound.

Nothing breaks me
Nothing shakes me

I rise I rise
I rise I rise

Even when the night hits heavy I stand.
Even when my past pulls at my feet I rise.
This time
it’s my turn to breathe.