Title: “From Shubra to the Sky” Verse 1 Born where the streets never promised gold, Shubra raised a heart that never grew cold. Small room, cracked walls, dreams so wide, Hope was the only thing money couldn’t hide. Mama said, “Son, keep your head up high,” Even when the tears filled her eyes at night. Old shoes, borrowed books, empty plate, Still believed tomorrow could rewrite fate. Pre-Chorus Every scar became a lesson, Every fall became a climb. The world kept saying “maybe never,” He kept answering, “give me time.” Chorus I’m the boy from Shubra, chasing the sunrise, Built my future with hope in my eyes. No silver spoon, just faith in my soul, Turning broken roads into streets of gold. I remember every hungry night, So I’ll never forget what’s wrong or right. The higher I fly, the more I can see, The poor boy still lives inside of me. Verse 2 School was a battlefield every single day, Thousands running, trying to find a way. University halls, fighting for a chance, Success was earned with every circumstance. Then came the army, serving with pride, Still no fortune waiting on the other side. Tiny paycheck, dreams almost gone, Darkest nights before the dawn. Depression whispered, “You’ve reached the end,” But hope refused to leave his hand. One phone call changed everything, A passport opened invisible wings. Pre-Chorus One new country, one new beginning, Every sunrise meant another fight. He worked while others slept peacefully, Turning darkness into light. Chorus I’m the boy from Shubra, chasing the sunrise, Built my future with hope in my eyes. No silver spoon, just faith in my soul, Turning broken roads into streets of gold. I remember every hungry night, So I’ll never forget what’s wrong or right. The higher I fly, the more I can see, The poor boy still lives inside of me. Bridge Money changed the address, But never changed the man. He still shakes the worker’s hand, Still helps whenever he can. Because he knows what empty feels like, He knows what silence means. The richest heart is never measured By the size of someone’s dreams. Final Chorus I’m the boy from Shubra, now touching the sky, Still thanking God for every reply. A beautiful family, a life rebuilt, Brick by brick, without regret or guilt. If you ask me what made me strong, It wasn’t comfort all along. It was every struggle, every tear I knew, That taught my heart to stay honest and true. Outro From the alleys of Shubra to the world so wide, I carried my roots with every stride. Not because I escaped where I came from… But because where I came from made me who I am.