A song made by ĀMÓRÉ♟️
A song made by ĀMÓRÉ♟️
Yeah, this that real talk
Straight from the trenches, no cap
Grew up where the streetlights flicker and die
Sirens sing lullabies through the night sky
Mama working doubles just to keep us fed
While the wolves at the door want us dead instead
Corner store prophets selling broken dreams
Nothing ever really what it seems
Lost homies to the game, lost some to the grave
Every day a battle just to be brave
Skrrt, we move different when you built from pain
Diamonds form under pressure, let's go
Concrete jungle where we fight to survive
Every single day we struggle to stay alive
Concrete jungle, yeah we built this way
Turn our scars into crowns, gang, we here to stay
Teachers gave up, said we wouldn't make it out
Now I'm spitting truth, what this life about
Pops disappeared, left me to be the man
At thirteen holding family in my hands
Saw my brothers choose the block over books
Can't judge when you seen them hungry looks
Police profiling, system designed to fail
Sheesh, either cemetery or the jail
But I refuse to be another statistic, uh
Gonna flip this pain to something realistic
Concrete jungle where we fight to survive
Every single day we struggle to stay alive
Concrete jungle, yeah we built this way
Turn our scars into crowns, gang, we here to stay
From the bottom to the top, yeah
This that hood anthem, it's lit