Concrete flowers

LYRICS: (Verse 1) Peep the concrete canvas, shadows dancin' with the static, Cold steel automatic, systematic with the panic, Navigatin' grids where the spirits stay erratic, Life's a heavy-handed script, the rhythm's cinematic, Corner store philosophy, monopoly on hope, Walkin' on a frayin' wire, clutchin' at the rope, The sidewalk speaks in riddles, middle fingers to the slope, Hustle for the muscle, watch the vultures start to scope, Sun sinks low, the asphalt's bleedin' neon gold, A thousand stories never bought and never sold, The hunger in the belly keep the spirit from the cold, Breaking out the cycle 'fore the body's gettin' old. (Chorus) Yeah, we rise from the rubble, double up the pace, Findin' peace inside the static, holdin' on to grace, Concrete flowers growin' in a hard-to-reach place, Survival ain't a game, look the system in the face, Still we shinin', still we climbin', out the basement, Lookin' for the light, no time for displacement, Yeah, we shinin', still we climbin', out the basement, This the sound of the soul in the urban arrangement. (Verse 2) Check the internal climate, mental state is on a fever, Separatin' the fake from the non-believer, Every move's a chess piece, slicin' through the lever, The block is a teacher, every scar is a reliever, Writin' on the walls in a language they can't read, Sowin' seeds of freedom while the vultures try to feed, It's a technical knockout, blood for the deed, But the heart of the hustle is all that I need, From the projects to the podium, the mission's stayin' clear, Chasin' down the vision 'til the ghosts disappear, We don't bow to the pressure, we don't succumb to the fear, The future is a sound that they finally gon' hear. (Chorus) Yeah, we rise from the rubble, double up the pace, Findin' peace inside the static, holdin' on to grace, Concrete flowers growin' in a hard-to-reach place, Survival ain't a game, look the system in the face, Still we shinin', still we climbin', out the basement, Lookin' for the light, no time for displacement, Yeah, we shinin', still we climbin', out the basement, This the sound of the soul in the urban arrangement. (Bridge) They see the walls, but they don't see the roots, They hear the sirens, but they don't hear the flutes, We the truth, in the booth, with the boots, Takin' back the crown, yeah we givin' 'em the fruits. (Outro) Yeah. Concrete flowers. Still here. Still breathin'. System critique. Personal determination. We out. Peace. Welcome to my channel! 🎬 If you vibed with this track, make sure to hit that LIKE button, leave a COMMENT with your favorite bar, and SUBSCRIBE for more underground music! 🔔