One Team, One Dream

Lyrics

Yeah… Naturals. Whole squad here. You know why we came. Ain’t gotta say too much. Lights on. Cleats down. Game time. Let’s work. We want one, yeah, We want one. Every time we hit the field, We want one. Whole squad locked, Everybody on. From the first pitch thrown ’Til the last out gone. We want one, yeah, We want one. Put the pressure on ’em, We ain’t done. Naturals on the chest, Better know where we from. One team, one goal— Yeah, we want one. Pull in the lot and the whole team ready, Game face on and the heartbeat steady. Bags on the shoulder, bats in the hand, Walk through the gate like we know the plan. No talking big, let the game speak first, Put in the hours, yeah, we did that work. Every late practice, every ground ball, Every extra swing prepared us for y’all. Pitcher on the bump, let him go to work, Fastball coming, make the mitt go thump. One-two count, got him chasing outside, Sit him right down, now go take that ride. Defense behind him, everybody awake, Ball in the gap? Better think ’bout that. Shortstop moving, second covering the bag, Turn two clean, now we back on attack. Top of the order and we setting that tone, Get on base, now we bringing him home. Take that lead, watch the pitcher look, One little jump and that base gets took. Next man up, yeah, barrel that pitch, Ball hit hard and it’s finding that grass. Round first strong, better think about two, Whole dugout yelling— “KEEP COMING THROUGH!” We don’t care who standing over that way, Respect every team, but we came here to play. No fear in us when the game gets tough, You better bring everything— ’Cause good ain’t enough. We want one, yeah, We want one. Every time we hit the field, We want one. Whole squad locked, Everybody on. From the first pitch thrown ’Til the last out gone. We want one, yeah, We want one. Put the pressure on ’em, We ain’t done. Naturals on the chest, Better know where we from. One team, one goal— Yeah, we want one. Okay— Now bases loaded and the pressure get heavy, Two outs showing but the batter stay ready. Crowd getting loud, other dugout talking, We’ve been here before, ain’t nobody bothered. First pitch low— Nah, let that go. Second one outside— Now it’s two-and-oh. Next pitch coming and he leaves it upstairs— CRACK! Now everybody stare. Ball in the gap, runners taking off, One comes home, then another one crossed. Coach waving three, better turn that gear, Slide at the plate— SAFE! Now let ’em hear. Naturals dugout going crazy again, But get back focused ’cause the game ain’t end. That’s the difference, yeah, we celebrate quick, Then get right back ’cause there’s work to finish. We ain’t here for one good inning or play, We bring that same energy all game. Pick up your brother when something goes wrong, Nobody hanging their head for long. Boot a ground ball? We got you. Strike out swinging? We got you. Next pitch coming? Reset. Next ball hit? Go get that. That’s team ball, everybody got a role, Nine on the field but we moving as one. It ain’t about me, and it ain’t about you, Name across the chest tells us what to do. Play for the boys standing next to your side, Play for the work and the Naturals pride. Tournament morning, sun barely awake, Still pulling up ready for whatever it takes. Long rides home and the dirt-stained pants, Then wake up tomorrow and do it again. That’s baseball. That’s family. That’s grind. That’s why when it matters— We shine. Who came to work? NATURALS! Who came to play? NATURALS! Who got your back? NATURALS! ALL. DAMN. DAY. N-A-T— URAL-S! Say that name. NATURALS! One team! ONE TEAM! One goal! ONE GOAL! How many we want? ONE! How many? ONE! Then go get it. Last couple innings, now the whole game tight, Field lights glowing underneath that night. Score tied up and we need that run, This the kind of moment where the boys have fun. Lead-off batter get aboard with a knock, Now everybody knowing we turning that clock. Bunt laid down, move him over to two, Now ninety feet closer to breaking through. Next man walks and there’s two on base, Pitching coach coming, trying slowing the pace. Let ’em talk. We stay ready. Let ’em switch arms. We stay steady. New pitcher enters, thinks he shutting it down, But Naturals hitters got another plan now. First pitch— Ball. Next pitch— Strike. Third one hanging— GOOD NIGHT. Drive that thing deep, let the runners advance, Whole team moving like we planned it in advance. Runner touches home and we take that lead, That’s execution, that’s doing what we need. Now bottom half, gotta shut that door, Three more outs, nothing less, nothing more. First batter swinging—ground ball short, Clean throw over— ONE OUT. Next one battling, fouling ’em back, Pitcher stays calm and attacks that bat. Fastball outside, hitter reaches too far— STRIKE THREE Now we one out away Everybody standing Dugout rail packed Parents going crazy But the boys stay locked