[male
vocals] (
Ayy,
yoh)
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
build,
we
grind
From
the
dust
to
the
skyline,
you
know?
Mwabuka
buti
mose,
listen
up
This
one
is
for
the
hands
that
shape
the
dream
I
see
you
laying
bricks
under
the
burning
sun
Sweat
on
your
brow
until
the
work
is
done
They
look
at
us,
say
we
useless,
say
we
small
But
without
these
hands,
tell
me
who
would
build
the
wall?
I
am
the
man
of
cement,
I
am
the
backbone
here
Feeding
my
children,
chasing
away
the
fear
While
they
sit
in
offices,
judging
what
we
do
We
building
their
houses,
we
building
the
view
Oh,
we
are
the
builders,
we
are
the
pride
With
the
soul
of
the
city
on
our
side
From
the
foundation
deep
to
the
roof
so
high
We
reach
for
the
heavens,
we
touch
the
sky
Bless
the
work
of
our
hands,
bless
the
grind
we
own
We
are
the
makers
of
every
home
We
are
the
makers
of
every
home
Look
at
the
town,
the
towers
standing
tall
Think
of
the
spirit,
think
of
the
workers'
call
You
call
yourself
a
landlord,
living
in
the
space
But
forgot
the
hands
that
put
the
mortar
in
the
place
It
is
the
hustle,
the
struggle,
the
real
deal
We
make
the
dream
of
the
city
feel
so
real
Respect
the
craft,
respect
the
life
we
lead
We
planting
the
future,
we
sowing
the
seed
To
the
government,
hear
our
cry,
hear
our
plea
Look
at
the
workers,
set
the
potential
free
We
need
the
support,
we
need
the
helping
hand
Wapapata,
let’
s
build
up
this
land (
Yoh,
we
rising
up)
Oh,
we
are
the
builders,
we
are
the
pride
With
the
soul
of
the
city
on
our
side
From
the
foundation
deep
to
the
roof
so
high
We
reach
for
the
heavens,
we
touch
the
sky
Bless
the
work
of
our
hands,
bless
the
grind
we
own
We
are
the
makers
of
every
home
Yeah,
for
the
bricklayers,
for
the
stone,
for
the
soul
Natotela
for
the
struggle,
we
keeping
control
Building
the
nation,
one
house
at
a
time
Ayy,
we
keep
grinding,
we
keep
on
the
climb (
Bless
up,
builders,
bless
up)
Yeah,
it’
s
the
grind,
no
cap.