STAND TALL
By Seywrld
INTRO
Fate comes knocking once.
Step up… or crumble under the challenge.
VERSE 1
Heart pounding like a drumline in the street,
Hands shaking, but I won’t accept defeat.
Fear whispering lies, doubt screaming my name,
Pressure turns coal into diamond, fire in the frame.
Crowds loud, tryna drown my voice,
Time ticking, life doesn’t give second chance.
Mind racing, breath tight, feet on the grind,
Crossroads ahead—run or redefine.
Chains in my head heavier than steel,
Break ’em first, make the world kneel.
CHORUS
Hold up—don’t blink, don’t fold.
Storms make kings, not gold.
One move, one shot, stand tall.
Don’t wait for perfect—it ain’t real.
You’re born ready—time to deal.
This door ain’t knocking twice,
Step up now, it’s your life.
VERSE 2
Dreams taste sweet, climb full of grit,
Crowns get heavy, roads lonely as hell.
Money bites quickly, turns kin into foes,
Applause, don’t care when the cold wind blows.
Measure your wins by the souls you hold,
Not the heights you touch, but the promises told.
Learned late what balance cost,
Chasing the shine almost lost.
The ones who saw me before the glow,
Still waiting for me to show what they know.
I'm chosen, it's my birthright.
CHORUS
Hold up—don’t blink, don’t fold.
Storms make kings, not gold.
One move, one shot, stand tall.
Don’t wait for perfect—it ain’t real.
You’re born ready—time to deal.
This door ain’t knocking twice,
Step up now, it’s your life.
VERSE 3
Pain made me sharp, hunger made me wise,
Bills on the table, fire in my eyes.
World said quit—I said “watch me rise,”
Turn every no into fuel for my skies.
Life ain’t scripted, nights cold as sin,
Choose the path where courage costs,
Every win reminds me of what I lost.
Failure knocked—locked that door,
Success ain’t luck, it’s showing up more.
I move like a king, no handouts, no flaws,
Every step is a message, every risk I take.
FINAL CHORUS
Hold it down—stand your ground.
Destiny doesn’t wait; it’s all around.
Face your fear, head up, eyes high,
The sky ain’t fallin’—you learn to fly.
One shot ain’t stress—its proof you’re real,
Your soul knows the time—you gotta rise.
OUTRO
Remember this—
Moments don’t make the man,
The man makes the moment.
