Concrete Angel

[Verse 1]  
Caught her on Flatbush, hoodie pulled tight,  
eyes like a warning, veins lit with night.  
Seventeen years, spine heavy like forty,  
scar-tissue scriptures spelled out her story.

Mama on needles, pops stuck in a cell,  
brother got dropped when the corner went hell.  
She prowled those blocks like a stray in the rain,  
cold wind carving her bones with the pain.

[Hook]  
Concrete angel, claws on the ledge,  
city don’t raise you, it just wants you dead.  
Nine lives spent, nothing left to twist—  
hard life, no savior, just empty fists.

[Verse 2]  
She rode with a boy who was blood to the set,  
ink on his hands, heart full of regret.  
Shots lit the Buick like fireworks gone—  
she held him while he leaked, and the night dragged on.

After that night, she ain’t laugh no more,  
eyes turned glass, soul slammed the door.  
Silent as cats on abandoned stairwells,  
hunting for something this city won’t sell.

[Hook]  
Concrete angel, claws on the ledge,  
city don’t raise you, it just wants you dead.  
Nine lives spent, nothing left to twist—  
hard life, no savior, just empty fists.

[Verse 3]  
Block kids whisper her name in the park,  
say she moved like smoke, disappeared in the dark.  
Corner store clerk still remembers her face,  
buying ramen with change, eyes empty of grace.

Cops knew her shadow but not her skin,  
files on the desk never let her in.  
Just another stray that the borough erased,  
but the walls still carry her outline traced.

[Hook]  
Concrete angel, claws on the ledge,  
city don’t raise you, it just wants you dead.  
Nine lives spent, nothing left to twist—  
hard life, no savior, just empty fists.

[Bridge]  
I asked her once if she dreamed of flight,  
she smirked through tears, said *“I dream of a night  
where the sirens sleep and the streetlights fade—  
but cats don’t dream where my body stayed.”*

[Outro]  
Found her frozen on a stairwell step,  
rain streaked the chalk while the borough slept.  
Concrete angel—now the wall confesses,  
her name in tags, neon paint in the trenches.

[Extended Tag]  
Claws on the ledge—(echo: on the ledge)  
Nine lives spent—(echo: all spent)  
Concrete angel—(chant: angel, angel)  
City don’t love you, it just wants you dead.

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[Verse 1] Caught her on Flatbush, hoodie pulled tight, eyes like a warning, veins lit with night. Seventeen years, spine heavy like forty, scar-tissue scriptures spelled out her story. Mama on needles, pops stuck in a cell, brother got dropped when the corner went hell. She prowled those blocks like a stray in the rain, cold wind carving her bones with the pain. [Hook] Concrete angel, claws on the ledge, city don’t raise you, it just wants you dead. Nine lives spent, nothing left to twist— hard life, no savior, just empty fists. [Verse 2] She rode with a boy who was blood to the set, ink on his hands, heart full of regret. Shots lit the Buick like fireworks gone— she held him while he leaked, and the night dragged on. After that night, she ain’t laugh no more, eyes turned glass, soul slammed the door. Silent as cats on abandoned stairwells, hunting for something this city won’t sell. [Hook] Concrete angel, claws on the ledge, city don’t raise you, it just wants you dead. Nine lives spent, nothing left to twist— hard life, no savior, just empty fists. [Verse 3] Block kids whisper her name in the park, say she moved like smoke, disappeared in the dark. Corner store clerk still remembers her face, buying ramen with change, eyes empty of grace. Cops knew her shadow but not her skin, files on the desk never let her in. Just another stray that the borough erased, but the walls still carry her outline traced. [Hook] Concrete angel, claws on the ledge, city don’t raise you, it just wants you dead. Nine lives spent, nothing left to twist— hard life, no savior, just empty fists. [Bridge] I asked her once if she dreamed of flight, she smirked through tears, said *“I dream of a night where the sirens sleep and the streetlights fade— but cats don’t dream where my body stayed.”* [Outro] Found her frozen on a stairwell step, rain streaked the chalk while the borough slept. Concrete angel—now the wall confesses, her name in tags, neon paint in the trenches. [Extended Tag] Claws on the ledge—(echo: on the ledge) Nine lives spent—(echo: all spent) Concrete angel—(chant: angel, angel) City don’t love you, it just wants you dead.

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