[Verse]
Trowel scrape symphony, the city's breathin' stone,
Men with calloused hands, craftin' thrones of their own.
Concrete Picasso, every pour's a gamble,
Life hard, but we carve it, no preamble.
Rebar veins, the heart of the grind,
Sweat mixed with mortar, ambition aligned.
Skies ain’t clear, but the slab shines smooth,
Building legacies, we ain’t got nothin’ to prove.
[Chorus]
Life is hard, that’s why we do concrete,
Every slab a sermon, where the dust and hope meet.
One-of-a-kind signatures, etched in the gray,
We keep on keepin' on, pave a new day.
[Verse 2]
Boots in the mud, dreams in the clouds,
The rhythm of the mixer, a hymn sung loud.
Chalk lines and spirit levels, visions unfold,
Turn nothin’ into somethin’, alchemy in cold.
Shovel hits the ground, wisdom in the weight,
Every pour a prayer, settin’ destiny straight.
From foundation to finish, we sculpt, we grind,
Concrete’s the canvas, the masterpiece signed.
[Chorus]
Life is hard, that’s why we do concrete,
Every slab a sermon, where the dust and hope meet.
One-of-a-kind signatures, etched in the gray,
We keep on keepin' on, pave a new day.