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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alicia Keys
Alicia Keys
Piano
Johnny McDaid
Johnny McDaid
Background Vocals
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Background Vocals
Jonny Coffer
Jonny Coffer
Programming
Jukebox
Jukebox
Programming
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Programming
Ash Soan
Ash Soan
Drums
Steven Wolf
Steven Wolf
Drums
Will Reynolds
Will Reynolds
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny McDaid
Johnny McDaid
Songwriter
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Songwriter
Foy Vance
Foy Vance
Songwriter
Jonny Coffer
Jonny Coffer
Songwriter
Amy Wadge
Amy Wadge
Songwriter
Alicia Augello-Cook
Alicia Augello-Cook
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh She was walking in the street Looked up and noticed He was nameless He was homeless She asked him his name And told him what hers was He gave her a story 'bout life With a glint in his eye And a corner of a smile One conversation, a simple moment The things that change us, if we notice When we look up, sometimes They said I would never make it But I was built to break the mold The only dream that I've been chasing is my own So I sing a song for the hustlers Trading at the bus stop Single mothers Waiting on a check to come Young teachers Student doctors Sons on the front line Knowing they don't get to run This goes out to the Underdog Keep on keeping at what you love You'll find that someday soon enough You will rise up, rise up, yeah Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh She's riding in a taxi Back to the kitchen Talking to the driver 'Bout his wife and his children On the run from a country Where they put you in prison For being a woman And speaking your mind And she looked in his eyes In the mirror and he smiled One conversation, a single moment The things that change us if we notice When we look up sometimes They said I would never make it But I was built to break the mold The only dream that I've been chasing is my own So I sing a song for the hustlers Trading at the bus stop Single mothers Waiting on a check to come Young teachers Student doctors Sons on the front line Knowing they don't get to run This goes out to the Underdog Keep on keeping at what you love You'll find that someday soon enough You will rise up, rise up, yeah Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Everybody rise up You gonna rise up, ayy I sing a song for the hustlers Trading at the bus stop Single mothers Waiting on a check to come Young teachers Student doctors Sons on the front line (yeah) Knowing they don't get to run This goes out to the Underdog Keep on keeping at what you love You'll find that someday soon enough You will rise up, rise up, yeah Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Alicia Keys, Ed Sheeran, Jonny Coffer, Amy Wadge, Foy Vance, John Mcdaid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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