Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Hard hat halo Steel toe crown We built this block From the mud on down (yeah) [Verse 1] Sun ain’t up, but we out that door Thermos coffee, back still sore Rebar cage and a chalk white line Clock in blood, not just punch that time Boots in dust, that orange vest glow Rain or shine, that mixer roll slow Backpack dreams, but the load stay heavy Wheel that barrow, arms rock steady (uh) No suit, just scars on the knuckle Whole crew talk in grit and muscle Blueprint blues in the foreman’s trailer Laugh through pain, we don’t fear failure [Chorus] We the Men of Concrete Dirty hands, clean money Long days, short sleep Still we laugh when it ain’t funny Never know when we goin’ home But we proud of every stone Stress free in this grind we trust We turn wet gray dreams into dust (yeah) We the Men of Concrete [Verse 2] Pour that slab till the street stop lookin’ Steam in the air, that mix stay cookin’ Trowel like a razor, edge that line Write our story in the set and the shine Calloused palms, but the heart beat gold Every crack tell a tale we told From the curb to the tower in the sky Name on the check, but it’s us who rise Kids at the window watch us pave We lay paths that their feet gon’ save From the trench to the skyline view This hard life feel like a blessing too (yeah) [Chorus] We the Men of Concrete Dirty hands, clean money Long days, short sleep Still we laugh when it ain’t funny Never know when we goin’ home But we proud of every stone Stress free in this grind we trust We turn wet gray dreams into dust (uh) We the Men of Concrete [Bridge] Hands all cracked, but the soul stay fresh Heart stay light in a world so stressed Love this life, even through that pain Every pour wash away that rain (hey!) [Chorus] We the Men of Concrete Dirty hands, clean money Long days, short sleep Still we laugh when it ain’t funny Never know when we goin’ home But we proud of every stone From the first cold pour to the last late light We built this world, we gon’ sleep alright We the Men of Concrete (Men of Concrete)
Tags
rap, Gritty East Coast gangster rap energy over aggressive staccato violin riffs and sub-heavy drums; verses tight and percussive with male vocals spitting in a steady pocket, hook explodes with layered gang vocals chanting the title. Occasional orchestral swells and pizzicato strings between lines for tension and release, 808 slides gluing the low end, snare cracking sharp like a nail gun., clean, violin, world, gangster rap
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
2/13/2026