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Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots on the gravel, sunrise bleeds on the sky,
Concrete river flows, hands cracked, mouths dry.
Steel toes tap to the rhythm of grind,
Dreams buried in the mix, we leave 'em behind.
Lunchbox empty, stomachs echo with rage,
Back bent like rebar, locked in a cage.
Family portraits tucked deep in the mind,
Missed birthdays, missed meals, clock's unkind.
[Chorus]
Concrete calls, we don’t hesitate,
Long days, short nights, heavy is the weight.
Blood in the mix, sweat in the lines,
This is why we do it, the concrete grind.
[Verse 2]
Pockets light, but the slabs weigh heavy,
Foundation for the world, gotta keep it steady.
Callouses thick, palms rough like stone,
Hands of a builder, but a heart all alone.
The jackhammer's song echoes through my chest,
Time's a thief, never giving us rest.
Kids grow up while we pave their tomorrow,
Every pour a sacrifice, pain we swallow.
[Prechorus]
Trowels scrape truths into the mud,
Dreams drip slow, diluted in the flood.
Details
GeneratedNov 20, 2025
Duration1:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
relentless rhythm, and atmospheric synths layered with a driving, hard-hitting, sharp snares, raw; heavy bass, rap, gritty, gangster rap
Credits
Prompt by
ManofConcrete
ManofConcreteModelAria v5
Prompt
Gangster rap about the hard Times men of Concrete go through, long days, short nights, don’t get to see family, don’t get to eat still keep on keeping on life is hard. That is why we do concrete.
