[Verse 1]
Boots caked in the mud, sweat drippin' like the rain,
Calloused hands tell a story, muscle carved from the pain.
We don't bend, we don't break, we’re the steel in the spine,
Pourin' our soul in the mix, every slab is divine.
Concrete gods, Pharaohs with the rebar crown,
Building pyramids of progress, in this blue-collar town.
Trowels like swords, floatin’ dreams on the breeze,
We ain't just workin', man, we’re sculptin’ legacies.
[Chorus]
We the men of concrete, beasts in the grind,
Harder than the stone, sharper than time.
We keep on keepin’ on, ‘til the job is done,
Underneath the blazing moon, or the blistering sun.
[Verse 2]
Mixer spins like a heartbeat, beatin’ loud and steady,
Forms lined up straight, hammers always ready.
Blueprints in our blood, grit runs in our veins,
We turn dirt into temples, and sweat into chains.
Concrete Pharaohs, our monuments don't fade,
We lay the paths of kings, with our hands we made.
Each crack tells a tale, each slab is a creed,
We’re the hardest trade, fulfilling the earth's need.
[Chorus]
We the men of concrete, beasts in the grind,
Harder than the stone, sharper than time.
We keep on keepin’ on, ‘til the job is done,
Underneath the blazing moon, or the blistering sun.