ConcreteVeins

White smoke fade, I don’t talk to no face,

Life in the cut, every step leave trace.

Ash in the lungs, cold blood in my chains,

I don’t chase fame, I just rot in the rain.

Grave in my drive, speakers hum like ghosts,

Tires on the dirt, yeah, I ride too close.

Blade in the fog, got pain in my coat,

Death on the dash, no hope, just smoke.

Bone cold veins, life in decay,

Underground sound, we don’t fade away.

No name gang, we built from pain,

Team never dies — it’s carved in the grain.

Moonlight drip off the steel in my palm,

Heart beat slow but the soul stay calm.

Lost in the code, no map, no charm,

World too loud, I move like a psalm.

Backseat graveyard, engine hum low,

Smoke in the glass, reflections don’t show.

Silence in the city but the wind still knows,

Death in the air where the old souls go.

Bone cold veins, life in decay,

Underground sound, we don’t fade away.

No name gang, we built from pain,

Team never dies — it’s carved in the grain.

Fade to dust, I don’t beg, I don’t pray,

Let the rain wash the dirt from my name.

Six feet down or above, it’s the same,

I ain’t from this world — I’m carved from the gray.