Street Champion

I was a kid with no name, running barefoot in the rain.

Every dream was made of dust, but I believed I had to trust.

Broken shoes and tired skin, no one knew what burned within. Every goal,

a piece of pain. Every loss, I'd rise again. They said,

"You'll never make it far," but I was reaching for the stars.

Yeah, I'm the street champion, born to fight, to carry on.

From the ground to the sky, I was never meant to die. Yeah,

I'm the street champion, hear the echo, hear the drum. From the dust