Teeth In The Concrete

[Intro]
[stomps and claps building]
We don’t beg
We don’t bend
Name the cost
This won’t end
[Verse 1]
F: Steel in my jaw
Dust in my lungs
You write your laws
On the backs of our tongues
M: Boots on the stairs
Shaking the frame
You sell our tomorrow
Then ask for our shame
[Chorus]
Gang: Bite down
Teeth in the concrete
We won’t break
Right now
Hands up
Hearts loud
Every street awake
No crown
Built on our backs that we won’t take
Bite down
Bite down
We won’t break
[Verse 2]
F: You talk about order
While you’re kicking in doors
I talk about daughters
Sleeping right on these floors
M: You count your shares
While we’re counting our dead
You’re choking whole towns
With a pen and a thread
[Chorus]
Gang: Bite down
Teeth in the concrete
We won’t break
Right now
Hands up
Hearts loud
Every street awake
No crown
Built on our backs that we won’t take
Bite down
Bite down
We won’t break
[Bridge]
F: Who gets safe?
M: Who gets sold?
F: Who writes truth
M: In your gold?
Gang: Who decides
What a life is worth?
F: We do
Gang: We do
We do
We do
[Chorus]
Gang: Bite down
Teeth in the concrete
We won’t break
Right now
Hands up
Hearts loud
Every street awake
No crown
Built on our backs that we won’t take
Bite down
Bite down
We won’t break (hey!)

Explosive punk-rap protest anthem, female-male call-and-response over grimy bass drone and locked-in, overdriven guitar riff loop. Marching floor toms drive a stomping tempo; verses stay tense and stripped with just kick-tom pattern and bass grit, then choruses slam in with gang-shouted hooks, doubled octave vocals, and snare accents. Brief feedback howls and pick scrapes between sections; mix keeps female lead slightly forward, male vocal rough and clipped, both feeding into a shouted crowd texture on the hook., male vocals, drone, raw