Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Steel toes laced Dust on my face Clock in early Leave when it’s late (yeah) [Verse 1] Red sunrise on the rebar Steam from the ground in the cold dark Hands split open, still no talk We just line that frame and we pour rock Rain on the slab, we shrug that Bills in a stack, gotta crush that Whole crew brothers in the hard hat Every single bag on the back like a backpack [Chorus] Men of concrete, hardest worker (hey!) Life hit rough, we push further We do whatever it takes to get the job done Every day heavy, still we get it done Keep on keepin’ on, men of concrete Back bent, sweat drip on the street Yeah, life is hard, that’s why we do concrete Stand in the dust, but we never know defeat [Verse 2] Lunch on the curb, just rice and salt Laugh through the pain, that ain’t our fault They see the tower, they see the floor They don’t see the nights when our fingers tore Old heads teachin’ the younger Measure twice, cut once, kill hunger Weather like war but we don’t run We just set that form till the day done [Bridge] Cold wind cut, but my heart warm We built this town from the gray storm Ask why we grind? that’s our way If it don’t hurt, then you didn’t earn pay (nah) [Chorus] Men of concrete, hardest worker (oh yeah) Life hit rough, we push further We do whatever it takes to get the job done Every day heavy, still we get it done Keep on keepin’ on, men of concrete Back bent, sweat drip on the street Yeah, life is hard, that’s why we do concrete Stand in the dust, but we never know defeat
Tags
rap, Gritty gangster-leaning jazz-rap: swung boom-bap drums, upright bass walking under tense Asian flute and plucked strings. Male vocals, low and gravelly, riding behind the beat. Hook explodes with stacked chants and brass stabs, verses stay sparse with rimshots and smoky piano chords. Subtle tape grit, tight room reverb, hook designed for call-and-response., jazz, gangster rap
Duration
2:18
Instrumental
No
Created
2/5/2026