Crown & Concrete

Yeah…

From cracked sidewalks to a crowned vision

Pain made kings… not permission

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From the concrete where the roses fight the rain,

I learned power come from pressure, not the fame

Mama praying while the devil know my name,

Crown heavy but I wear it through the pain

From the block to the dream I still bleed,

Truth louder than the money that I see

If I fall let the streets remember me—

I stood ten for the real, never free

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I speak in numbers, conversations with my fate,

Chessboard mind, every move heavyweight

From hand-me-downs to tailor-made intentions,

Hungry stomach gave me millionaire dimensions

Pressure cookin’, I ain’t rushed, I let it simmer,

Smile smooth but my past still a sinner

Everybody want the crown, few endure it,

I don’t talk about the vision—I maneuver

Jealous whispers, but they love you when you’re gone,

Same hands clappin’ put the cuffs on your songs

I learned trust is a luxury expense,

So I invest in my grind, not friends

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From the concrete where the roses fight the rain,

I learned power come from pressure, not the fame

Mama praying while the devil know my name,

Crown heavy but I wear it through the pain

From the block to the dream I still bleed,

Truth louder than the money that I see

If I fall let the streets remember me—

I stood ten for the real, never free

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I seen kids raise kids, guns teach lessons,

Politicians talk peace but fund aggression

Don’t preach hope if you profit off despair,

I felt God in my tears, not a chair

They label anger when you speak from the scars,

Call you crazy when you question who’s in charge

I ain’t violent—I’m just tired of the lie,

Of us dying for a system still surprised

If I scream it’s for the ones with no voice,

Every choice feel like a loaded coin toss

I don’t fear death, I fear wasted breath,

Living silent while the world steals our steps

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They want the image, not the truth in the frame

Want the crown, not the cuts from the game

If I go tonight, let it be understood—

I loved my people… even misunderstood

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Legacy ain’t chains or a viral quote,

It’s what you stood for when they cut your rope

I talk to God in the quiet of my grind,

Ask Him keep my heart real, my aim aligned

From survival mode to visionary stress,

I’m still that kid with the weight on his chest

If tomorrow ain’t promised, tonight I confess—

I gave the world my soul, not just success

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Crown from the concrete…

Pain made kings…

And truth never dies—

It just changes voices