Yeah... Concrete's been waiting on a reason to bloom Cracked sidewalk, seed found a way through the seam Same beat my block taught me before I had a dream Dusty loop, dusty hands, dusty afternoon light Building something slow while the city moves too fast to see it right Every bar I lay is a brick, not a flex Foundation first — the bloom comes next Concrete's cracking, something underneath Concrete's cracking, watch it breathe WE BLOOM FROM CONCRETE, WE BLOOM FROM DUST WE BLOOM FROM CONCRETE, THIS GROUND IS OURS TO TRUST (bloom...) (rise...) Back on the block but the light hits different now Same dusty loop but I hear it growing loud Every crack in the pavement is a door left ajar Concrete don't apologize for what it's not or what it are Roots don't rush, but they don't stop neither Yeah... concrete's been waiting Yeah... concrete's done waiting WE BLOOM FROM CONCRETE, WE BLOOM FROM DUST WE BLOOM FROM CONCRETE, THIS GROUND IS OURS TO TRUST (bloom) — (rise) — (bloom) — (rise) Concrete's still—
