In the streets, I am king
Off the root, I shoot as one akin
To the hail, the storm, the dust, the rain
All the makeup of this place I've lived through.

On this land, I've bowed, kow-towed
Dropping the knees, picking the grains.
Stretched, wretched, my muscle and reins
Building up amidst the blood.

I can be king for I have slain
The fears, the tears through...