Concrete Truth

[Intro] (Vinyl crackle fades in, soul sample looped with a whispered spoken word: *“This is the concrete truth…”*) [Verse 1] Yo, I came from the gutter where the lights don’t shine, Concrete jungle taught me hustle, every dollar was mine. Mama prayin’ on her knees, hope her boy survive, I was raised on pain, but the fire kept me alive. Broken bottles on the street, sirens sing at night, Lost brothers to the game, but I still had to f***t. They said the system never change, but I’m changin’ the page, Ink bleeds on my pad like I’m breakin’ the cage. [Hook] (Soulful female vocals) *“Concrete truth, can you hear my cry? Livin’ fast but the dreams don’t die. From the block to the sky we rise, Struggle made kings with fire in our eyes.”* [Verse 2] Street corners got stories, b***d stains on the bricks, OGs preach lessons, how to hustle these risks. Life’s cold, but my soul burn hotter than flames, Can’t erase where I’m from, so I honor the name. From the west to the east, we all dreamin’ the same, Tryna climb from the bottom, play this life like a game. If tomorrow never come, then remember me well, A soldier with a vision, who been through the hell. [Hook] (Soulful female vocals, layered adlibs) *“Concrete truth, can you hear my cry?…* [Verse 3] Picture me rollin’ with my truth untold, Heart heavy from the struggle but my spirit is bold. Can’t fold, I’m the product of the block I claim, But I speak for the voiceless, remember my name. Every scar on my skin is a story of f***t, Every bar that I spit, keep my people in sight. I ain’t here for the fame, I’m here to uplift, A ghetto prophet with a verse that the heavens can’t shift. [Outro] (Hook looped under fading vinyl crackle; spoken word: *“Concrete truth never dies…”*)