They said chapter one was luck. So I wrote chapter two in their blood. Not literally but you'll feel it. I'm BACK, I'm BLACK-out, IMPACT, no FALLBACK, All FACTS, no CAP, COMBAT on the SOUNDTRACK They WATCHED me CRASH, thought the WRECKAGE was the LAST ACT, Nah that was PRACTICE, this the REAL DISPATCH. I don't TALK now, I WALK now, CHALK-OUTLINE the DOUBT, Built a VAULT out of TRAUMA, locked the OLD me OUT Every LOSS was a BOSS FIGHT, every CROSS was a CROSSHAIR, I survived the DARK NIGHT, now I'm HUNTING what was NEVER FAIR. You had YEARS to FINISH me, YEARS to DIMINISH me, YEARS of WHISPERING, YEARS of CRIPPLING my CHEMISTRY But here's the THING about CONCRETE you can CRACK it but it SETTLES, Pour it BACK and now it's HARDER than the FIRST time on a LEVEL That you CAN'T reach, CAN'T teach, CAN'T preach about I BEEN through what you READ about, I BLEED what you TWEET about. STILL HERE you HEAR that? STILL HERE, STILL CLEAR, STILL FEAR-LESS, Rebuilt from the TEARS to the FIERCE, I went from ZERO to PREMIERE STILL HERE. Remember when I'm DOWN and you were STEPPING on my CHEST, yeah? Remember when I'm DROWNING and you WATCHED me from the DECK, yeah? Now you're TEXTING "bro let's RECONNECT" yeah? DELETE. BLOCKED. NEXT. CHECK. I keep RECEIPTS like a REGISTER, every HESITANT MESSENGER, Every PREDATOR turned INVESTOR, every YESTERDAY turned YESTERDAY You don't GET a second ENTRY to the LIFE I built from PENALTIES, The PENALTY was PENANCE, see, the SENTENCE made me DEADLIER. I used to FLINCH, now I FINISH, Used to BEND, now I'm RIGID, Used to GIVE 'em second CHANCES now the first one got a LIMIT. I'm SPECIFIC with my DISTANCE, METICULOUS with PERMISSION, Every BRIDGE I burned was STRATEGIC call it DEMOLITION PRECISION. STILL HERE you HEAR that? STILL HERE, STILL CLEAR, STILL FEAR-LESS, Rebuilt from the TEARS to the FIERCE, I went from ZERO to PREMIERE STILL HERE. But I ain't ANGRY anymore that's what SCARES 'em, The QUIET version's DANGEROUS, the CALM is what PREPARES him I don't BARK now, I BUILD now, every SKILL now is a WEAPON, Every LESSON is a BLESSING that I turned into a SESSION. New CODE, new MODE, new ROAD, I OWNED Every STONE that was THROWN at my THRONE I GROWN Past the PETTY, past the ENVY, past the HEAVY I'm READY for the LEGACY, not the JEALOUSY. They copy my AESTHETIC, steal my ETHIC, call it METHOD, Screenshot my PROGRESSION, post it like they NEVER LEFT IT But you CAN'T clone the CONCRETE, can't DOWNLOAD the SUFFERING, Can't COPY-PASTE the COMEBACKS, can't SUBSCRIBE to the RECOVERING. I was BUILT in the BLACKOUT, forged in the FALLOUT, Now I WALK in the SPOTLIGHT and I NEVER have to CALL OUT A single NAME 'cause my PRESENCE is the PUNISHMENT, My EXISTENCE is the EVIDENCE they LOST and I'm the CULMINANT. They keep asking how I'm still standing. Simple. Concrete don't crumble. It cures. Daughter on my shoulders, FUTURES in my HANDS now, Built the second CHAPTER on the ASHES of the LAST ROUND No more LOOKING BACK, the REARVIEW got DISMANTLED, Everything AHEAD of me is EVERYTHING I've GAMBLED My whole LIFE on and I'd BET it all AGAIN, 'Cause the man I am TODAY was WORTH the PAIN of way back THEN. Concrete Gospel, Chapter Two. Still here. Still standing. Still pouring. [End]
