Tiffin Box Dreams

Yeah, small town, big sound

Let me take you back

Ma packed paratha with a note inside

Wrote believe in yourself, I nearly cried

Cracked screen phone with a borrowed mic

Rapping in the stairwell every single night

Neighbours banging on the wall like drums

Turned their complaints into my anthems

Bus fare counted out in coins

Every single setback is where my story joins

Teachers said focus, I was focused alright

Just on rhymes instead of marks at night

Hold the line, hold the line

Every grind gonna shine

Tiffin box dreams in a hand-me-down bag

Small-town kid with a big-city swag

They said stay low, I said watch me climb

Tiffin box dreams, I'm right on time

Now the city lights spell out my name

Still eat dal rice, still the same

Hometown boys in the front row loud

Mama in the back, and she's so proud

Never forget where the hunger came

Tiffin box dreams lit the flame

From the gully to the stage

Turning every single page

Tiffin box dreams in a hand-me-down bag

Small-town kid with a big-city swag

They said stay low, I said watch me climb

Tiffin box dreams, I'm right on time

Still got that tiffin box

Still got the dream