Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Concrete cracks and the streetlights flicker low
Concrete jungle where the weeds don't even grow
I was six years old, eyes wide at the window pane
Watching Mama scrub the floors to wash away the stain
Of a life that’s heavy, of a debt we couldn't pay
She was my hero, prayin' for a better day
But the world outside our door had a different king
Golden chains and the diamond rings that used to sing.
[Chorus]
It was just Mama and the man on the corner stone
One held the house, the other claimed the zone
The only role model was the woman in the kitchen
The only figure to admire was the dealer on a mission
Slow beats draggin' through the dust of the block
Between the gospel truth and the tickin' of the clock.
[Verse 2]
Yeah, the dealer had the Cadillac, the dealer had the pride
He was the only one who seemed to have a place to hide
From the hunger and the hurt, from the weight of the sky
Mama taught me how to live, he taught me how to fly
But her wings were clipped by three jobs and a prayer
His were lined with silk, standing in the summer air
I was caught in the middle, in the shadow of the man
While Mama held my future in the palm of her hand.
[Chorus]
It was just Mama and the man on the corner stone
One held the house, the other claimed the zone
The only role model was the woman in the kitchen
The only figure to admire was the dealer on a mission
Slow beats draggin' through the dust of the block
Between the gospel truth and the tickin' of the clock.
[Bridge]
(Slow dragging beat, heavy tambourine hits)
Mama said keep your head up.
The block said keep your eyes down.
One offered love.
One offered the crown.
[Outro]
Hard knocks.
Slow beats.
Mama's tears.
The dealer's street.
That's the education.
Deep in the concrete.
(Fade out with heavy tambourine)
Details
Instrumental
GeneratedJun 20, 2026
Duration2:59
Style
male deep vocals, hard rap, gritty, live performance feel, slow dragging hip hop beat, prominent tambourines, urban, soulful yet dark
Credits
Prompt byMoneyMike
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
male, live, deep, hard, rap, slow beats that drag, tambourines as the highs, about growing up in the hood the only role model was your mom and the only adult figure to look up to was the drug dealer
