Concrete Justice

[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, the streets ain’t kind to the weak or the fake, Step wrong, and the pavement’s the price you’ll pay. Talk slick, but your crown’s just a paper hat, Karma’s a boot—let’s see where your teeth land at. You thought you’d run, but the curb don’t lie, Cheek to the grit, now the whole block sighs. A lesson wrote in b***d, no ink, no pen, This ain’t a game—it’s the end where you begin. [Chorus] Concrete whispers, “Hold your head low,” One wrong move and the reaper’s in tow. Streets don’t care if you beg or you flinch, Live by the blade, die by the inch. [Verse 2] You played tough, but the act wore thin, Now the sidewalk’s chewin’ your arrogant grin. Fate’s got a grip, and it’s colder than frost, Every word you spat just doubled the cost. The gutter’s your pulpit, the grind’s your hymn, Pray to the cracks as the lights turn dim. No tears here—just the clink of chains, The world don’t mourn when the wicked take pains. [Bridge] The night hums quiet when justice is served, Ain’t no saints here, just scars earned. The curb don’t judge, but it don’t forget, Your name’s just dust in the silhouette. [Chorus] Concrete whispers, “Hold your head low,” One wrong move and the reaper’s in tow. Streets don’t care if you beg or you flinch, Live by the blade, die by the inch. [Verse 3] Now the rats chant your eulogy raw, A king dethroned by the fist of the law. The asphalt’s tongue licks the sins you spilled, A grave in plain sight where the reckoning’s filled. No flowers grow where your ego once stood, Just a bloodstain chorus in the neighborhood. The lesson’s eternal—pride’s a steep fall, The curb’s the judge, jury, and all. [Outro]