[Intro – Batiste piano riff and street ambience] Sunrise on Charbonnet. Cold air smell like jasmine and diesel. Somebody sweeping front steps in 4/4 time. That’s the first prayer of the day. (Drums kick in — slow shuffle with snare ghost notes.) ⸻ [Verse 1 ] 🎶 Count my rosary in red brick dust, Each stone a story, each scratch a trust. Mama said faith ain’t somethin’ you wear, It’s somethin’ you carry when the world ain’t fair. Got a saint on my chain, he look like me, Halo crooked, but the soul still free. Say my Hail Marys on the corner beat, Tap the cross where the sidewalk meet. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir + Batiste harmonies] 🎶 Concrete rosary, pray where you stand, Dust on my fingers, hope in my hand. Every crack got a hallelujah sound, Heaven ain’t up — it’s underground. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2 ] 🎶 The block my cathedral, paint peelin’ gold, Every verse a votive, every breath bold. I don’t kneel on pews, I kneel on curbs, And still get forgiveness in the same few words. I seen angels in Aprons, cookin’ red beans, Heard God in a horn solo split between scenes. The streets been holy since the drums was born, You ain’t lost your way — you just been reborn. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – Batiste sings soft in French, gospel organ swells] 🎶 Tu es là, même dans la poussière, You are here, even in the dust. Mon Dieu, la terre te chante, My God, the earth still sings of You. 🎶 (Trumpet echoes like a choir response.) ⸻ [Hook – Full Band Return ] 🎶 Concrete rosary, born from pain, Prayer in the pothole, grace in the rain. Don’t need no robe, just a heart that beat, Each chain clink a saint on repeat. 🎶 (Batiste adds syncopated piano stabs and a second-line swing.) ⸻ [Verse 3 – Spoken/Sung Reflection] I ain’t perfect. But I’m purpose. The streets taught me that faith don’t float — it walks. You trip, you fall, you get up swingin’. That’s a prayer too. 🎶 I count my rosary in rhymes I spit, Each one a stone God ain’t done with yet. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir & Batiste Rise in Harmony] 🎶 Concrete rosary, built on pain, Shine through dust, survive the rain. We ain’t just pray — we prove it, see, Every beat a blessing, every block a bead. 🎶 ⸻ [Outro – Batiste Piano Solo + Street Sounds] (Faint children laughing, birds waking, horn warming up.) Morning light hit the sidewalk like a stained-glass window. That’s how you know God still got a studio in the city. (Soft trumpet fade — the last note hangs like a hallelujah.)

Concrete Rosary