Intro

[Spoken Word: Cici]
I persisted in the silence without applause
The dream burning with desire
I sat in my room
Holding the picture of my dreams in my heart
Still, the burning desire never left
It became the fire that fueled the inner being
I remained faithful in the quiet with no guarantee of success or reward
And yet I obeyed the voice within me
I'm not one to ask for permission
Busisiwe 2.0 is not a rebirth, it is a remembering
A returning to self, to sound, to purpose
It's the echo of a woman who stood in the storm
Held her own hand and sang through the fire
This isn't just music
This is a testimony
This is rhythm made from ruin
Beauty rising from battle
This is not the beginning
This is the becoming