I been searching for redemption in the rhythm of the drums

Tried to run from the pain, but the past, it still go hum

Late night hearing whispers from above

True say I’m ashamed of what I’ve done

But the moonlight still guide where I’m from

Every scar tell the story I become

Prayers in the dark when the road hmm feel long

Let the rhythm of the drums hmm

Let the rhythm of the drums make me strong

Many nights I cried, many nights I cried, so I put it in a song

From the silence where the real ones come

I found peace in the rhythm of the drums

From the silence where the real ones come

(Come, come)

From the silence where the real ones come

(Come come)

Late night glide, city lights on the dash

(Come, come, come)

From the silence where the real ones come

(Come,come)

Late night glide, city lights on the dash

Come come, come)

From the silence where the real ones come

(Come come,come)

Used to run from the weight I was carrying

Now the scars on my skin like medallions

Every loss turn wisdom to balance

Now I walk with the calm of a king….. king talking palace

Seen love turn fake for a chain and a name

Seen friends switch lanes for a slice of the fame

Now the boy from the mud never move the same

Found redemption in the drum when it call my name

Oh-ahhhh they tried to break my soul

Oh-nahhhh but the drum kept calling me home

Too many roads where the lost men roam

But the rhythm in my chest never left me alone

Oh-oh every scar made the man I know

Oh-oh every scar made the man I know hey

Oh-oh every fall made the spirit grow ayye

Made the man I know

I been searching for redemption in the rhythm of the drums

Tried to run from the pain but the past, it still go hum

Late night hearing whispers from above

True say I’m ashamed of what I’ve done

But the moonlight still guide where I’m from

Every scar tell the story I become

Prayers in the dark when the road hmm feel long

Let the rhythm of the drums hmm

Let the rhythm of the drums make me strong

Many nights I cried, many nights I cried so I put it in a song

From the silence where the real ones come

I found peace in the rhythm of the drums

From the silence where the real ones come

(Come, come)

From the silence where the real ones come

(Come, come, come)

I been searching, searching

For redemption in the rhythm of the drum

I been searching for redemption in the rhythm of the drum

I been searching, searching

For redemption in the rhythm of the drum