Daisies in the Concrete

[Intro | G Rate]
[Jazzy Saxophone Sample Loop, Hand Claps, Playful Vinyl Scratch]
Yo, they said nothin' grow in the concrete...

[Scat Break | Smooth]
[Short, Playful, Jazzy | Guitar Answers the Scat Line]
Doo-bee-doo-wah, skabba-dabba-doo, bah-dee-yah-dah

[G Rate]
guess they ain't never met me.

[Verse 1 | G Rate]
[Confident, Playful Swagger]
Grew up between the cracks where the sidewalk splits
Found a way to bloom without the fancy kit
No garden, no soil, just a will and a way
Turned the gray into color, turned the night into day
Momma said "you a daisy, boy, don't you forget"
"World gon' try to step on you, don't you sweat"
So I grew up sideways, grew up strange and true
Concrete couldn't stop me, and it can't stop you

[Instrumental Break 1 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals]

[Hook | Smooth]
[Playful, Bouncy, Half-Sung]
Daisies in the concrete, growin' where I stand
Ain't need a fancy garden, just a will, just a hand
They said nothin' beautiful could come up from this ground
But look at me now, look at me now, look at me now

[Instrumental Break 2 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals]

[Verse 2 | G Rate]
[Confident, Playful]
I used to think plain meant boring, thought I had to be flashy
Turns out the simple things is what make the story classy
Sneakers with the funny laces, backwards cap, big smile
Wasn't tryin' to fit in, was tryin' to be my style
Every weird thing about me is a color in the bloom
Every awkward step I took made a little more room
For the next kid comin' up feelin' out of place
Tell 'em "grow different," tell 'em "own your space"

[Hook | Smooth] repeat

[Instrumental Break | G Rate | Smooth]
[Saxophone and Guitar Trade Off with the DJ Scratch Backing Them]

[Bridge | G Rate | Smooth]
[Playful, Trading]
[G Rate] You ever feel like the odd one out? Every single day, no doubt.
[Smooth] That's alright though, that's the secret sauce. Different is the flower, sameness is the loss.

[Instrumental Break 3 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals]

[Verse 3 | G Rate]
[Confident, Building]
Petals made of pavement dust, roots made of rhyme
Growin' toward the sunlight, takin' my time
Every crack a chance, every gray a canvas too
Paint it how you want it, that's the daisy in you
Concrete couldn't hold me, concrete couldn't win
I'm the flower that grew stubborn, grew again

[Instrumental Break 4 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals]

[Hook | Smooth, bigger] repeat

[Outro | G Rate | Smooth]
[Saxophone Fades, Playful Laugh]
[G Rate] Still growin'.
[Smooth] Every day.
[End on a low two-note saxophone blast]

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[G Rate | Male Rap Lead | Confident Grower | Playful Swagger, not angry | Clipped Wordplay Delivery] [Smooth | Male Melodic Voice | Joyful Melodic Voice | Warm Playful Energy | Half-Sung Bouncy Phrasing, Scat-Capable] [Intro | G Rate] [Jazzy Saxophone Sample Loop, Hand Claps, Playful Vinyl Scratch] Yo, they said nothin' grow in the concrete... [Scat Break | Smooth] [Short, Playful, Jazzy | Guitar Answers the Scat Line] Doo-bee-doo-wah, skabba-dabba-doo, bah-dee-yah-dah [G Rate] guess they ain't never met me. [Verse 1 | G Rate] [Confident, Playful Swagger] Grew up between the cracks where the sidewalk splits Found a way to bloom without the fancy kit No garden, no soil, just a will and a way Turned the gray into color, turned the night into day Momma said "you a daisy, boy, don't you forget" "World gon' try to step on you, don't you sweat" So I grew up sideways, grew up strange and true Concrete couldn't stop me, and it can't stop you [Instrumental Break 1 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals] [Hook | Smooth] [Playful, Bouncy, Half-Sung] Daisies in the concrete, growin' where I stand Ain't need a fancy garden, just a will, just a hand They said nothin' beautiful could come up from this ground But look at me now, look at me now, look at me now [Instrumental Break 2 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals] [Verse 2 | G Rate] [Confident, Playful] I used to think plain meant boring, thought I had to be flashy Turns out the simple things is what make the story classy Sneakers with the funny laces, backwards cap, big smile Wasn't tryin' to fit in, was tryin' to be my style Every weird thing about me is a color in the bloom Every awkward step I took made a little more room For the next kid comin' up feelin' out of place Tell 'em "grow different," tell 'em "own your space" [Hook | Smooth] repeat [Instrumental Break | G Rate | Smooth] [Saxophone and Guitar Trade Off with the DJ Scratch Backing Them] [Bridge | G Rate | Smooth] [Playful, Trading] [G Rate] You ever feel like the odd one out? Every single day, no doubt. [Smooth] That's alright though, that's the secret sauce. Different is the flower, sameness is the loss. [Instrumental Break 3 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals] [Verse 3 | G Rate] [Confident, Building] Petals made of pavement dust, roots made of rhyme Growin' toward the sunlight, takin' my time Every crack a chance, every gray a canvas too Paint it how you want it, that's the daisy in you Concrete couldn't hold me, concrete couldn't win I'm the flower that grew stubborn, grew again [Instrumental Break 4 - short, 2 bars, sax and guitar lick, no vocals] [Hook | Smooth, bigger] repeat [Outro | G Rate | Smooth] [Saxophone Fades, Playful Laugh] [G Rate] Still growin'. [Smooth] Every day. [End on a low two-note saxophone blast]

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