Concrete Dust Sermon ()

Verse 1 – slow, heavy delivery] Came from the era where the beats had pain Where the truth hit harder than a freight train No cap, no gimmicks, just heart in the game Now they water it down, we bring it back to flame I seen kings fall, I seen real ones rise Seen fake get rich while the truth get denied But I stayed on my square, never switched my side Now the funk got a voice and the streets gon’ ride ⸻ [Hook – Funk… … from the boys in the suits Real talk… no love… just beats and heat yeah we back in the zone If you feel this pain then you already home ⸻ [Verse 2 – more aggressive / Pac-style emotion] Mama prayed for me, said “stay out the way” But the world too cold, had to fight every day Got scars in my soul I don’t show on my face But the music tell the truth, you can hear it in the bass They killed the sound, tried to bury the feel But you can’t kill soul, that’s forever real my So I speak for th e lost, for the ones not here When the horns cry out, yeah the whole world hear ⸻ [Bridge – low choir / haunting] (Choir low:) “Still we rise… still we ride…” I ain’t just rappin’, I’m testifyin’ Every bar like a tear I been holdin’ inside ⸻ [Verse 3 – Biggie-style confidence / street authority] Now I’m back with the weight of the city on me Every line like a brick, buildin’ legacy From the block to the boardwalk, they remember me Poole put the funk where it’s meant to be No studio tricks, just truth in the mic Live band killers bring the groove to life Tuba heavy like the pressure we fight When them horns come in… yeah it cut like a knife ⸻ [Final Hook – louder / crowd + choir] Funk… Noise… from the boys still here No fear… no lies… just blood, sweat, tears Funk… Noise… let the whole world know Real never die… we just take it slow ⸻ [Outro – spoken / cold finish] Yeah… They thought the sound was gone… Nah… We just waited… Now it’s war.