[Verse]
Wake up
Steel toes on before the sun rise
Thermos on the counter
Kiss my babies with the tired eyes
High-vis hanging on a chair like a flatline
Clock in
Back bent
Spine on the chalk line
Sweat in my hoodie
But the check still a punchline
Trowel in my palm like a cold piece
Pouring out my soul into forms for these long streets
"Men of Concrete" in the mud
That’s the motif
We built your city off the bones of our own sleep
Hungry on the job but the promise still nose-deep
[Chorus]
Long days
Short nights
That’s the code
We don’t break
We bleed dust
We breathe rock
We don’t flake
Don’t get to see family
Don’t get to eat
Still keep on keeping on
We men of concrete
Life is hard… that is why we do concrete
[Verse 2]
Hands cracked
White lines where the callus split
Rain start falling
Boss yelling
“We ain’t stopping it”
Paycheck late
But the rent never compromise
Phone full of pictures of my kids I only see online
FaceTime dinners while I’m covered in the dry lime
Sun down
Headlights hit the rebar
Backseat boots
I’m a ghost in my own car
Wife in the doorway
Kids already knocked out
I whisper "I’m here
" but my hours said I dropped out
Chasing every overtime just to keep the lights proud
[Bridge]
Ask me why I grind when the grind don’t sleep
Why my dreams got dust and my lungs run deep
If life is hard
We harder on the street
That is why we do concrete
That is why we do concrete
[Chorus]
Long days
Short nights
That’s the code
We don’t break
We bleed dust
We breathe rock
We don’t flake
Don’t get to see family
Don’t get to