Concrete halos

Intro (ad-libs)

Yeah, yeah—woah, skrrt, huh

Verse 1

Streetlight halo, shadow on the stoop,

Mama prayin’ on the corner with a paper cup of truth,

Kids with denim wings, seams stitched from hustle,

Eyes hold sermons, heartbeats sound like muscle.

Sirens sing lullabies through the alley fog,

Broken glass glitterin’ like promise on the pavement log,

They don’t wear gold—just chains and flat brim hats,

Angels on the block, handin’ out maps, foldin’ backs.

Whispers pass like currency, keys to quiet doors,

They baptize the lost kids in the crackle of outdoor stores,

Halo made of streetlight, rusted wire, and hope,

They teach you how to run, how to breathe, how to cope.

Pre-Chorus

Ain’t no wings in the closet, only hoodies and scars,

They pray with their fists, they pray with their cars.

When the night get loud, they stand where the sirens fold—

Street angels steady, heart colder than gold.

Chorus (melodic, repetitive)

Concrete halos, we wear ’em in the rain, (yeah)

Concrete halos, keep me out the pain, (keep me out)

We whisper blessings in the language of the block,

Pray on the pavement while the whole world clock,

Concrete halos, shine through the grime,

Concrete halos, protectin’ my time.

Verse 2

Old man on the stoop hums a hymn to the moon,

Pocket full of lessons, two dimes and a tune,

Lil’ sister countin’ stars on the hood of a whip,

Dreams taped to the dash with a fast-food receipt grip.

They don’t preach church—they preach survival plans,

Passing down the codes with low-key handshakes and plans,

If you broke, they’ll bandage with a hoodie and a line,

If you hungry, they split the last plate, never askin’ why.

Angles of loyalty cut sharper than steel,

They teach you how to feel but never teach you to kneel,

Halo ain’t holy, it’s heavy, it’s cold—

But it holds the weight of everyone who ain’t fold.

Pre-Chorus

City hum like a choir, but the verses stay real,

They trade their quiet for the kids who can’t deal,

When cops roll up and the night gets told—

Street angels steady, heart colder than gold.

Chorus

Concrete halos, we wear ’em in the rain, (woah)

Concrete halos, keep me out the pain, (keeps me)

We whisper blessings in the language of the block,

Pray on the pavement while the whole world clock,

Concrete halos, shine through the grime,

Concrete halos, protectin’ my time.

Bridge (sung, soft then rising)

Ain’t no choir but the echoes of our footsteps,

We sing in coded breaths, we hustle ’til the sunset,

If heaven got a lobby, we line up in the cold,

But for now we got each other, shoulders to hold.

(Hook) Huh—halo glow from the busted streetlamps,

Huh—safety in the static, love in the cramped hands.

Chorus

Concrete halos, we wear ’em in the rain, (woah)

Concrete halos, keep me out the pain, (keeps me)

We whisper blessings in the language of the block,

Pray on the pavement while the whole world clock,

Concrete halos, shine through the grime,

Concrete halos, protectin’ my time.

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