Concrete Phoenix

[Intro] (B**t drops with gritty boom-bap drums layered over trap 808s. A sampled vinyl crackle fades into the mix.) [Verse 1] Yo, I rose from the cracks where the streetlights bleed, Concrete scars, every brick got a story to feed. Ambition’s a flame in a rain-soaked match, Climbed through the grime, left the doubt in the ash. They said the system’s a maze with no cheese at the end, But I scribbled my map, turned the *L*s into Ws, my friend. Hands calloused from grip, swingin’ hammers at fate, Every setback’s a rhythm—*Aye*, I remix the hate. The grind’s got a tempo, slow drag then sprint, From food stamps to blueprints, I’m printin’ my mint. The hood’s got a pulse, can you feel it thump? A heartbeat in dumpsters where roses still bump. [Pre-Chorus] Sirens echo, but the dream’s on mute, We ain’t statues—we movin’, boots crushin’ the soot. They tried to box us in, but the walls got thin, Now watch how we rise when the trauma begins. [Chorus] Phoenix on the block, wings forged in the rain, Burn the chains, turn the pain into champagne. Eyes on the throne, but my soul’s in the soil, Every tear in the concrete’s a proof of the turmoil. We f***t, we fall, then we stand up taller, Streetlights write hymns—*yo, the night’s our altar*. [Verse 2] The system’s a snake with a diamond-encrusted grin, Swallows the weak, but the woke gotta win. School of hard knocks, my diploma’s the scars, Every graffitied wall screams, “*The sky’s ours*.” They monetize trauma, sell pain as a trend, But we stackin’ resilience, interest that’ll never end. Aim for the stars, but my roots grip the mud, ‘Cause the dirt’s where the seeds learn to bust through the crud. I juggle the struggle, no net, just the hustle, Flip the script like a DJ cuttin’ through rusted bustles. The block’s a chessboard—pawns morph into kings, Checkmate the doubt with the truth that we bring. [Pre-Chorus] Sirens echo, but the dream’s on mute, We ain’t statues—we movin’, boots crushin’ the soot. They tried to box us in, but the walls got thin, Now watch how we rise when the trauma begins. [Chorus] Phoenix on the block, wings forged in the rain, Burn the chains, turn the pain into champagne. Eyes on the throne, but my soul’s in the soil, Every tear in the concrete’s a proof of the turmoil. We f***t, we fall, then we stand up taller, Streetlights write hymns—*yo, the night’s our altar*. [Outro] (B**t fades with a distorted vocal sample echoing “*rise, rise, rise*” as the 808s dissolve into silence.)