​An Attitude Like Gratitude

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Burg City Records in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents: ​An Attitude Like Gratitude — The Sovereign ACKNOWLEDGEMENT ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO GOD (spoken intro) Before the ink can dry upon the page of history, before the drum can speak a single word into the mystery, I clear my throat and lift my voice above the rattling crowd, to sing His praise where earth is small and heaven stands unbound. You are the pulse inside the wood, the rhythm in the street, the quiet place of absolute renewal for my feet. So let this brand-new script unfold beneath Your sovereign eye, a total shift of spirit as the old editions die. I turn the page, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. Before the concrete cracks beneath the weight of heavy feet, before the echo of the march can bounce across the street, I drop my stance and lift my hands to where the heavens lean, for every step we take in life was charted long unseen. You paved the lane, You cleared the strain, You kept the spirit bold, You turned the asphalt into gold where weary tales are told. So let this rhythm strike the block and travel far and wide, with every footstep falling close to Your protecting side. I step in faith, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. Before the ink can dry upon the page of history, before the drum can speak a single word into the mystery, I clear my throat and lift my voice above the rattling crowd, to sing His praise where earth is small and heaven stand Boots on the pavement, strength in the movement, fire in the soul as we go, Power from heaven, the rhythm is leaven, lighting the path down below. VERSE 1: THE BLOCK IS WATCHING I step out of the shadow into morning's sudden glare, the city's waking up with heavy burdens on its square. The air is thick with ambition, every corner tells a tale, of those who dared to weather storms and those who chose to fail. My shoes are worn, my spirit sworn to never miss a beat, we carry vision in our bones while pacing down the street. They watch the stride, they test the pride, they wonder how we stand, when walking through the pressure of this fast-moving land. PRE-HOOK So if you see us tread, the line is firmly set, na grace wey we dey carry yet. If you see the pace, no be your own race, na GOD wey come secure the place. VERSE 2: THE ARCHITECTURE OF THE STREETS The buildings rise like monuments to labor and design, where modern engineering meets a heritage divine. From corner stores to gallerias, the culture finds its voice, in every single pavement stride, we celebrate the choice. No shortcut through the hustle, no compliance with defeat, we keep the sync and harmony alive upon the street. The artwork of persistence, the sculpture of the stride, we march with purpose in our step and royalty inside. VERSE 3: TO EVERY MARCH ON THE AVENUE To every worker on the move, to every dreamer in the crowd, who keeps his head up high and makes his quiet calling loud. To every sister holding down her space with grace and poise, cutting through the turbulence of all the city's noise. The street will test your character, the road will try your shoe, but consistency and legacy will always pull you through. From gutter grit to gallery, the rhythm stays the same: we honor where we started and we glorify His name! Harvest time is here and now, the sweat is drying on the brow, we made the covenant with truth and sealed the sacred vow. Thanks for the strength to stand the test, thanks for the peace within the chest, thanks for the journey through the dark that led us to the very best. You wipe the slate, You change the fate, You open up the golden gate, You make the crooked pathway straight and elevate our low estate. So take the praise, take all the days, take every tune that music plays, we walk in everlasting light and glorify Your name always. VERSE 4: THE RHYTHM CONTINUES The day rolls on, the shadows shift, the tempo starts to climb, we march in time, we keep the rhyme, we conquer every time. Thanks for the strength inside the legs, the vision in the eyes, thanks for the grace that lifts us up beneath the open skies. You keep the beat, You guide the feet, You shelter from the heat, You make the bitter journey taste remarkably complete. So raise the volume of the march, address the highest throne, for every single street we cross is ground that You have known. To every hustler on the block who keeps his eyes upon the clock, who builds his empire from the sand and turns the pebble to a rock: No weapon formed against your hustle ever go fit prosper now, just keep your focus on the prize and let the universe allow. From Auchi roads to Benin streets, where every traditional heartbeat greets the modern tech and future feats, we standing tall upon our seats. The story don capsize the doubt, the victory don win the bout, so let the whole wide world look in and watch the legacy shout out! Mrs. Olololo, Mrs. Olololo , Mrs. Olololo, Mrs. Olololo, Mrs. Olololo