가사
Intro (spoken, poetic)
I walked through dust with no shoes on,
Dreams heavier than a thousand drums.
But see, the sun don’t burn the child of grace —
It only makes me shine.
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Verse 1
They told me, “You’ll never make it,” I smiled,
’Cause God was writing thunder in my trials.
From clay to crown, I built this soul,
With fire in my lungs and stories untold.
Every tear that hit the ground grew wings,
Now I fly where eagles sing.
I was born from sweat, carved from pain,
But I rose again, again, again.
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Chorus
I’m stronger than the African sun,
I burn brighter when the day is done.
I fall down, but I rise in song,
My spirit’s flame — it carries on.
Can’t break me, can’t dim my light,
I was made for the longest fight.
Oh, I’m stronger — yeah, stronger than the African sun.
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Verse 2
Look how far these feet have run,
Across the dirt, across the storm.
My scars are maps, my faith’s the drum,
And my heart still beats — dum dum dum.
I’m not chasing crowns, I’m chasing peace,
I’m not proving worth, I’m breaking free.
Let the doubters talk, I’m already home,
God signed His name in my bones.
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Chorus
I’m stronger than the African sun,
I burn brighter when the day is done.
I fall down, but I rise in song,
My spirit’s flame — it carries on.
Can’t break me, can’t dim my light,
I was made for the longest fight.
Oh, I’m stronger — yeah, stronger than the African sun.
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Bridge (Funky, bold, call-and-response style)
🎶
Tell them I’m not who I was yesterday (No!)
Tell them grace built my DNA (Oh yeah!)
I bend, but I never break,
Even thunder learns my name.
🎶
Let the drums of victory roll,
I’m the story that pain couldn’t control.
I’m the rhythm of hope, the son of dawn,
Still standing when the night is gone.
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Final Chorus (with choir, African percussion, brass)
I’m stronger than the African sun,
Still rising when the world feels done.
From ashes, I’ve become the flame,
You can’t forget my name.
Every wound turned into art,
Every scar — a lion’s mark.
Oh, I’m stronger, yes, stronger than the African sun.
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Outro (spoken softly, proud and peaceful)
The sun rises…
But I rise louder.
Not in anger —
But in purpose.
For every breath I take,
Is proof I won.
I walked through dust with no shoes on,
Dreams heavier than a thousand drums.
But see, the sun don’t burn the child of grace —
It only makes me shine.
---
Verse 1
They told me, “You’ll never make it,” I smiled,
’Cause God was writing thunder in my trials.
From clay to crown, I built this soul,
With fire in my lungs and stories untold.
Every tear that hit the ground grew wings,
Now I fly where eagles sing.
I was born from sweat, carved from pain,
But I rose again, again, again.
---
Chorus
I’m stronger than the African sun,
I burn brighter when the day is done.
I fall down, but I rise in song,
My spirit’s flame — it carries on.
Can’t break me, can’t dim my light,
I was made for the longest fight.
Oh, I’m stronger — yeah, stronger than the African sun.
---
Verse 2
Look how far these feet have run,
Across the dirt, across the storm.
My scars are maps, my faith’s the drum,
And my heart still beats — dum dum dum.
I’m not chasing crowns, I’m chasing peace,
I’m not proving worth, I’m breaking free.
Let the doubters talk, I’m already home,
God signed His name in my bones.
---
Chorus
I’m stronger than the African sun,
I burn brighter when the day is done.
I fall down, but I rise in song,
My spirit’s flame — it carries on.
Can’t break me, can’t dim my light,
I was made for the longest fight.
Oh, I’m stronger — yeah, stronger than the African sun.
---
Bridge (Funky, bold, call-and-response style)
🎶
Tell them I’m not who I was yesterday (No!)
Tell them grace built my DNA (Oh yeah!)
I bend, but I never break,
Even thunder learns my name.
🎶
Let the drums of victory roll,
I’m the story that pain couldn’t control.
I’m the rhythm of hope, the son of dawn,
Still standing when the night is gone.
---
Final Chorus (with choir, African percussion, brass)
I’m stronger than the African sun,
Still rising when the world feels done.
From ashes, I’ve become the flame,
You can’t forget my name.
Every wound turned into art,
Every scar — a lion’s mark.
Oh, I’m stronger, yes, stronger than the African sun.
---
Outro (spoken softly, proud and peaceful)
The sun rises…
But I rise louder.
Not in anger —
But in purpose.
For every breath I take,
Is proof I won.