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Lyrics
[Intro]
Wake up, two feet
On cracked gray ground
Thank God I’m here
Not locked, not down
[Verse 1]
Used to pray in a cell, eyes on the ceiling
Judge read numbers, mama lost feeling
Steel tray dinners, cold-floor dreaming
Heart full of hate, but the Lord kept reaching
Phone call short, couldn’t say much
Tears in her voice every time that it rung
Said, “Son, this pain gon’ pass in a rush
If you walk back out, don’t run to the drugs”
Now I’m up at six, light hits that block
Same old corner, but my soul unlocked
Give my nephew game when we walk to the shop
Tell him, “We from that rock, but we ain’t just rock”
[Chorus]
This that concrete gospel
Scars on my name, still I rise slow
Every day I wake up, that’s a blessing on the low
Tryna make my friends proud, make my fam glow
From the gutter to the grace, let the whole hood know
Yeah, this that concrete gospel
Hands to the sky where I once kept a pistol
Every breath I take now feel like a miracle
I was dead in my past, now I live for the spiritual
[Verse 2]
Homie in the grave, two more in the cage
Pain on my face like the ink on my name
Walked through the rain with the blood in my brain
Thought I’d never change, still He came anyway
Little sis see me in that work shirt, smiling
Says, “Big bro, you really out here trying”
We used to split crumbs, whole fam was surviving
Now we pass plates, bless food, stay silent
I still hear sirens when I close my eyes
Still see red when I’m stuck in my mind
But I call my auntie when I’m ready to slide
She say, “Breathe, baby boy, leave the old you behind”
[Chorus]
This that concrete gospel
Scars on my name, still I rise slow
Every day I wake up, that’s a blessing on the low
Tryna make my friends proud, make my fam glow
From the gutter to the grace, let the whole hood know
Yeah, this that concrete gospel
Hands to the sky where I once kept a pistol
Every breath I take now feel like a miracle
I was dead in my past, now I live for the spiritual
[Bridge]
I was lost in the dark (yeah)
Now I’m light on the block (on the block)
Same street, new heart
I ain’t running from the cops, I’m running to God (hey!)
Tell my dogs, “Come home”
Tell my cousins, “Hold on”
We ain’t perfect, we grown
Every sunrise feel like a new song
[Chorus]
This that concrete gospel
Scars on my name, still I rise slow
Every day I wake up, that’s a blessing on the low
Tryna make my friends proud, make my fam glow
From the gutter to the grace, let the whole hood know
Yeah, this that concrete gospel
Hands to the sky where I once kept a pistol
Every breath I take now feel like a miracle
We were dead in our past, now we live for the spiritual
Details
GeneratedApr 1, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Soulful gospel-rap blend: male vocals over warm piano, mellow organ, and a swung boom-bap kit with deep bass. Hook features layered church-style harmonies and a simple choir response. Verses sit pocketed and conversational, slight tape grit. Bridge lifts with claps and organ swells, then drop to half-time drums for the final chorus, ending on a cappella hook., gospel
Credits
Prompt by
ManofConcrete
ManofConcreteModelAria v5
Prompt
Gangster gospel rap about men going through hard times in the past life but reborn and trying their best to make friends and family proud! Waking up every day realizing its a gift they love concrete
