(Tempo: 140 BPM. Heavy sub-bass, crisp snare, minimal percussion. No synths. Just a gritty, looped piano sample and a heavy kick.) **(Intro)** (Sound of a match striking. A long exhale.) **(Verse 1 - Male Rapper)** (Delivery: Fast, choppy, aggressive Grime flow. Heavy emphasis on consonants) Look— Clock on the wall got a stutter, it’s lagging I’m chasing the seconds, the minutes are dragging You want the crown? Well, the crown needs a polishing Wait for the seed till the root starts demolished-ing The concrete. See, I was a youth with a hunger for haste Put the work in the pot just to see how it taste But the simmer takes hours, the boil takes days And the shortcuts lead to a permanent maze. I seen man sprint for a finish that ain’t there yet Betting on speed while they’re losing the main bet You can’t forge a diamond by screaming at carbon You gotta let pressure do work in the garden. I waited ten winters for one single spring Now the silence is loud and the telephone ring— Is a debt collector or a fan in the queue? Either way, the patience is what made me new. Stop checking the watch, stop checking the dial The distance is long, but I’m loving the mile. **(Chorus - Female Vocals)** (Delivery: Soulful, high energy, catchy melodic hook. Think Ms. D 신고 or Stormzy’s female features. Heavy bass underneath) (Slow it down, then hit the beat) You can’t force the sunrise to break through the grey You can’t cheat the night just to get to the day Hold it... hold it... let it breathe for a while ‘Cause the road to the gold is a long-distance mile Yeah, time takes time, let the clock just spin You gotta lose the rush just to let the win in Time takes time! (Yeah, let it breathe!) **(Bridge - Male Rapper)** (Delivery: Slowed down, rhythmic, spoken-word style. No beat for the first two lines, then it drops back in hard) (Silence) Patience isn’t waiting. PC... patience is the *work* you do while you wait. (Beat kicks back in with a heavy snap) It’s the callouses. The late nights. The "almost there" that feels like a lie. You want the fruit? You gotta love the dirt. You want the cure? You gotta feel the hurt. The clock don’t move for a man in a rush It just stands still while your ambitions crush. **(Chorus - Female Vocals)** (Delivery: Full power, layered harmonies, anthemic) You can’t force the sunrise to break through the grey You can’t cheat the night just to get to the day Hold it... hold it... let it breathe for a while ‘Cause the road to the gold is a long-distance mile Yeah, time takes time, let the clock just spin You gotta lose the rush just to let the win in Time takes time! **(Outro)** (Beat strips back to just the piano loop and the bass) (Male voice) Yeah. Stop running. Just walk. (Female voice, fading out) Time takes time... (Sound of the piano chord sustaining then cutting sharply) (Silence)
