Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Used to wake up on the floor
Ashtray on the dresser, same clothes from before
Mama Sandra on her knees
Tears in her coffee, “God, bring him back to me”
Leon running with the wrong ones
Laughing in the dark, trying hard to outrun
Every siren, every late call
Every “we got locked up” text on the jail phone wall
But that old life died on a cold night
Face down, said a prayer under blue lights
Thought, “If I get one more dawn
I swear I’ma change, I’ma bring it back home”
[Chorus]
Concrete gospel, yeah, the street my choir (choir)
Every crack in the pavement singing “rise up higher”
Waking up, every breath feels like a gift now (like a gift now)
Leon tryna make Sandra and the fam proud
Concrete gospel, where the angels march
In hoodies and scars, with the softest hearts
Thank God I ain’t who I was, I’m who I am now (yeah I am now)
Every step on this block is a bowed-down vow
[Verse 2]
Now I kiss my mama’s hand when I leave
She say, “Boy, I see the light in your sleeve”
Got my nephew on my shoulders by the corner store
Tell him, “You ain’t gotta bleed like your uncle before”
I remember cold nights, stomach all twisted
Now we pass the same spot, say a blessing, we gifted
Used to love the sirens, now I love the sunrise
Same eyes, new mind, see the truth in the sky
I’m tatted with the past, but the soul got cleaned
Was a nightmare walking in a broken dream
Now I’m up before the birds, thanking God out loud
“If I fall, pick me up, gotta make ’em proud”
[Chorus]
Concrete gospel, yeah, the street my choir (choir)
Every crack in the pavement singing “rise up higher”
Waking up, every breath feels like a gift now (like a gift now)
Leon tryna make Sandra and the fam proud
Concrete gospel, where the angels march
In hoodies and scars, with the softest hearts
Thank God I ain’t who I was, I’m who I am now (yeah I am now)
Every step on this block is a bowed-down vow
[Bridge]
This for every time I made you cry, mama (cry, mama)
Every “where did I go wrong?” in that night drama (night drama)
Look at me, same son, but I stand new
If grace had a face, it would stand in these damn shoes (hey!)
[Chorus]
Concrete gospel, yeah, the street my choir (choir)
Every crack in the pavement singing “rise up higher”
Waking up, every breath feels like a gift now (like a gift now)
Leon tryna make Sandra and the fam proud
Concrete gospel, where the angels march
In hoodies and scars, with the softest hearts
Thank God I ain’t who I was, I’m who I am now (yeah I am now)
Every step on this block is a bowed-down vow
Style
rapgritty gospel-trap with male vocals; church organ stabs over heavyswung drums and deep sub-bass. hook lifts with a small choir and airy padsverses stay raw and close-mic’d. occasional piano flourishes and vinyl crackle under the beatenergy rising from reflective testimony to triumphantchest-out victory.gospel
Prompt
Gangster gospel rap about Leon going through hard times in the past life but reborn and trying his best to make his mom Sandra and family proud! Waking up every day realizing its a gift loves concrete
Credits
Prompt by
ManofConcrete
ManofConcreteGeneratedApr 1, 2026
ModelAria v5
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