Verse 1

I came up with a plan and a pocket of change,

Cold hands on the wheel, still I stayed in my lane.

Every knock on the door taught my feet how to stand,

Every mile through the dust put the map in my hand.

You can doubt what I’m worth, you can measure the climb,

I’m not waiting for a green light—I’m taking my time.

Chorus

I rise, I move, I carry the weight,

Turn every hard no into fuel for the gate.

You hear that? That’s the sound of me breaking through—

I build my own road, and I’m coming through.

Verse 2

You’ve got grit in your chest and a goal in your sight,

Keep your hands on the work when the road gets tight.

No shortcut, no crown, just a promise you keep,

One more step when the whole world says sleep.

Let the engine breathe; let the old fear go,