Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Steel toes laced Thermos by the door Kiss the kids’ heads Then we hit that floor (yeah) [Verse 1] Men of Concrete Calloused hands, cracked phone screens Lunch in the truck, cold beans Dreams taped up on the dash Pay stubs thin, hope thick as ash Sun ain’t up but the pour line ready Back hurts heavy, but the faith rock steady Short nights, long grind, dust in my chest Clock in, clock out, still counting my bless [Chorus] We the Men of Concrete, layin’ that ground For the little ones sleepin’ on the safe side now Long days, short nights, still we rise, still we rise Grateful for the gift in every sunrise Keep on keepin’ on, never give up (never) Even when the rain fill the work boots up We the Men of Concrete, building that light For the ones we love, we gon’ fight that fight [Verse 2] Red clay on my jeans, prayers in my breath “Thank You” whispered in the noise and the mess Every hammer hit, I’m spelling they names Every brick laid, I’m changin’ they fate Tired eyes, but my pride don’t sleep Even when the worry run wide and deep If today all I get is this sky and this pain I still say “thanks” for the strength in my veins [Chorus] We the Men of Concrete, layin’ that ground For the little ones sleepin’ on the safe side now Long days, short nights, still we rise, still we rise Grateful for the gift in every sunrise Keep on keepin’ on, never give up (hey) Even when the rain fill the work boots up We the Men of Concrete, building that light For the ones we love, we gon’ fight that fight [Bridge] If I fall, then I stand, then I crawl, then I stand Every setback just a sketch for a better plan Family in my heart, future in my hand Men of Concrete, yeah, we carve out the land (ooh) [Chorus] We the Men of Concrete, layin’ that ground For the little ones sleepin’ on the safe side now Long days, short nights, still we rise, still we rise Grateful for the gift in every sunrise Keep on keepin’ on, never give up (never) Even when the rain fill the work boots up We the Men of Concrete, building that light For the ones we love, we gon’ fight that fight (yeah)
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap drums under gritty solo violin and low strings; male vocals with a rugged, reflective delivery. Verses stay close and conversational, violin lines weaving like a second voice; hook widens with stacked chant-style backing vocals. Beat swings with head-nod weight, subtle bass glues it all, final chorus adds ad-libs and rising strings for a triumphant lift., violin, gangster rap
Duration
2:45
Instrumental
No
Created
4/3/2026