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Roots in the jungle, pain in my tone,
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Roots in the jungle, pain in my tone,


Dreams too big, had to carve a new lane,
Blood in my lyrics, triumph in my name.
Eyes burn bright like the rise of the dawn,
Voice like thunder, a legend is born.



Roots in the jungle, pain in my tone,
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Roots in the jungle, pain in my tone,

Jungle in my blood, I rose from the stone.
Jungle in my blood, I stand here alone.
Jungle in my blood, no fear in my tone.
Jungle in my blood—I built this throne.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Roots in the jungle, pain in my tone,
Jungle in my blood, I rose from the stone.
Jungle in my blood, I stand here alone.
Jungle in my blood, no fear in my tone.
Jungle in my blood—I built this throne.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Roots in the jungle, pain in my tone,
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.
Heart made of granite, I grind on my own.