[Intro: Cold, Staccato] Yeah. Detroit in my chest. Concrete in my DNA. You don't talk about the struggle — You WALK through it or you break. [Verse 1: Rapid Fire — No Pause] I was raised on the concrete, cold feet, no heat, Whole street know me, broke teeth, bold speech — Told me I was nothing so I showed 'em what a DOG eat, Raw meat, four seats, black Jeep, long week. Mama working double, still the cupboard looking EMPTY, Landlord knocking heavy, electricity was PETTY — Fifteen acting twenty, world was cold and unforgiving, Had to learn to make a living off of scraps and hard decisions. Didn't have a silver spoon, I had a SHOVEL and a WOUND, I was digging out of ruin every afternoon in June — Hundred-degree pavement, razor blade determination, Motivation was starvation — that's my ONLY explanation. So don't come at me with your highlight reel and captions, I was living in the STATIC while you're staging your reactions — Fraction of the pain I tasted would've had you COLLAPSING, I just turned it into TRACTION and kept SNAPPING, kept ATTACKING. [Hook: Shouted, Aggressive] I don't sleep, I don't fold, I don't BLINK — Every time I hit the floor I don't THINK, I just GET UP, SET UP, NEXT UP, Neck up, chest up — try me, GET STUCK! [Verse 2: Choppy Staccato — Machine Gun Flow] Rat-tat-tat, that's the flow coming AT you, Snap back, combat, CRACK that, I'll MATCH you — Fact: I been had it, savage, automatic, Addict to the madness, average was TRAGIC. They was laughing at the kid with the patches on his jeans, Now they gasping 'cause the kid built a castle from his dreams — Plastered every WALL with the scars that made him CRAWL, Now he's STANDING ten feet TALL and he ain't ANSWERING your CALL. Blocked. Deleted. DEFEATED your agenda. You remember what you said in September? I REMEMBER. Every whisper, every snicker, every dinner where you DISSED me, Every Christmas that you skipped me, now you're WISHING that you DIDN't. Too late. CHECKMATE. Dead weight? CUT. Next page. Best stage. SET STRAIGHT. WHAT. I don't do reunions with the people who abandoned ship, I just let the current pull 'em under while I'm HANDLING it. [Hook: Shouted, Aggressive] I don't sleep, I don't fold, I don't BLINK — Every time I hit the floor I don't THINK, I just GET UP, SET UP, NEXT UP, Neck up, chest up — try me, GET STUCK! [Verse 3: Final Gear — Fastest Delivery] Let me get this off my CHEST PLATE, BEST TRAIT: I survive what they can't ESTIMATE, DEVASTATE, DECIMATE, SEPARATE the real from the DESPERATE, DELEGATE? Nah I DO it, EXECUTE the EXCELLENCE. You a copy of a copy of a copy with no ORIGINAL, Subliminal criminal, pitiful, MISERABLE — Visible invisible, living on my DIGITAL, Stealing my syllables, thinking that it's BIBLICAL. But the scripture that I'm written with is BLOOD AND CONCRETE, Not your curated aesthetic from your mom's FRONT SEAT — I was walking through the GUNSMOKE, running on a TIGHTROPE, Lighting my own LIGHTHOUSE when the world said there's NO HOPE. So here's the GOSPEL from the CONCRETE — Every loss is a COMPLETE receipt, Every scar is a FRONT SEAT To the comeback that'll make your HEARTBEAT SKIP — 'cause I'm the kid that WASN'T SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT And I'm HERE, STANDING, NAKED — Every wound on display and I ain't ASHAMED, let me SAY IT: I. DON'T. BREAK. I. JUST. RELOAD. [Outro: Spoken, Exhale] They built their castles on my back. I shrugged. And everything they had... crumbled. Concrete Gospel. Chapter one. We ain't done yet. [End]
