Beckoning Drum

Maybe we're destined for greatness Maybe we'll conquer the world Maybe today will be the last day our story goes unheard Somebody give me a signal Somebody show me a sign I'm at the end of my tether Come on and throw me a line No you won't hear me on the radio You won't see me on the news But I'm coming for you And I'm coming soon We were raised to believe We be worshipped like celebrities The Gods on the radio The heroes on every TV screen To make a sound so loud That you'd feel it coming up from underground Or shine a light so bright That you'd see in the sky for miles around No you won't hear me on the radio You won't see me on the news But I'm coming for you And I'm coming soon Because this light in my eyes is not blinding me No, this hum in my heart is not deafening This feeling inside me is calling me on This beat deep inside me, this beckoning drum This beckoning drum No you won't hear me on the radio You won't see me on the news But I'm coming for you And I'm coming soon