[Intro]
Good morning, good morning, good morning—
We are, we are the men of Concrete.
Pourin’ out the grit where the earth and the heat meet.
[Verse 1]
Steel toes tappin’, alarm clock’s a jackhammer,
Dreams buried deep like the rebar in the planner.
Life’s a slab, cracks spread if you ain’t sturdy,
So we patch it up early, thirty before thirty.
Backs ache, hands calloused, sweat pours steady,
Foundation thick, built tough, born ready.
Tools in the truck, spirit heavy as cement bags,
Rain or shine, grind till the hard hat sags.
[Chorus]
Good morning, good morning, men of Concrete!
We lay it down, we pave the street.
Life’s hard, but it’s sweet in the grit and the grind,
Keep on keepin’ on, leave the struggle behind.
[Verse 2]
Sunrise shift, shadows long on the pavement,
Dust in the lungs, every breath feels ancient.
We mold the earth, architects of the hustle,
Blueprints in the veins, muscles flex the muscle.
Concrete cures slow, patience in the craft,
Each pour a chapter, legacy gonna last.
No shortcuts, every slab tells a story,
The grind is the glory, hard work mandatory.