Concrete grow beneath mi feet, Zinc roof burn inna midday heat. Mama seh, “Hold yuh ground.” Kingston teach without a sound. Coal pot smoke and dominoes, Every likkle youth just trying fi grow. Some choose light… Some choose chrome… Every road still lead back home. ⸻ Hook Concrete grow… Roots find rain somehow. Concrete grow… Still stand here now. Concrete grow… No matter what dem know… Kingston raise me… Concrete grow. ⸻ Verse 2 Bus stop full from six o’clock, Old man reason, youth dem watch. Bassline shake every window frame, Whole lane know everybody name. Pocket empty… Heart stay full. Life get hard… Still mi pull. Dem seh… “Slow down.” Mi seh… “Nah.” Kingston already make mi strong. ⸻ (Beat Strip) (No kick.) (Just piano.) (Sub.) Mi never beg. Mi never borrow. Whole heap youth… Lose tomorrow. Still mi rise. Still mi stay. Concrete never run away. (Beat slams back.) ⸻ Verse 3 Night bus roll through orange light, Whole city still trying fi fight. Some lose faith… Some lose sleep… Some plant roots… Concrete deep. If yuh ask me where mi from… Look around. Hear dat drum. Kingston write… Before mi speak. Concrete already… Talk fi me. ⸻ Final Hook Concrete grow… Still reach sky. Concrete grow… Never ask why. Concrete grow… Whole life know… Kingston raise me… Concrete grow.
