Thousand Days

Thousand days in a world that’s burnin’

Still I rise, while the tide keeps turnin’

From the paddy to the light in the haze

Still walk proud through a thousand days

Stacked walls, glass skies, power in a briefcase

Lunch break wars, stone-faced in deep space

From rice plains to trains that glide

Now it’s suits with dreams they hide

Concrete roots where the flowers fade

Mic in my palm, still I serenade

Back from the cracks in the system’s maze

Built my name in a thousand days

Thousand days in a world that’s burnin’

Still I rise, while the tide keeps turnin’

From the paddy to the light in the haze

Still walk proud through a thousand days

Ain’t no peace in a world that spins

Round clocks, round stocks, and invisible sins

But I found grace in the market noise

Wrote bars sharp like a council voice

Fed my fam from beats and lines

Dodged cold eyes in suits and ties

Truth don’t sleep in a world this grey

So I kept it movin’ a thousand ways

In the heart of the system, where they measure your name —

We wrote ours in rhythm, in the sun, in the rain…

Thousand days in a world that’s burnin’

Still I rise, while the tide keeps turnin’

From the paddy to the light in the haze

Still walk proud through a thousand days