Concrete Coliseum
Creado por Mr Job con Udio AI
Lyrics
Out there in the silence, before the city wakes We’re the hidden players, no room for mistakes Pavements become canvases, walls hear our whispers Our kinship unspoken, yet clear as elixirs On the edge, the streets with a heavy noose Struggle grips tight, we don't need no truce In the city's heart, where the nights are cruel Moving in shadows, where the winds are cool [Verse] Clip is loaded, eyes survey the scene Concrete coliseum, every corner a king Smoke from the barrel, let the silence ring Living for the block, survival in our genes Riding down the avenue, low and real steady Empty bottles whisper, hearts always heavy On the grind, loyalty to the code In the game of survival, the stories are bold Iron in our veins, concrete in our soul Resilience our armor, we're born to patrol Through the struggles, stand tall, never bowin' Voices echoing, in the streets they're growin' We hustle 'til the morning light starts showin' On this urban battleground, the winds of change are blowin' In the shadows, the alleys, we lay our claim Fortified with our dreams, ain't no time for shame Brick by brick, this fortress we built with truth On these corners we stand, in the fountains of youth [Verse] In the city's veins, the hustle's alive We dive into the deep, fight to survive A tale of the concrete, etched in our eyes A symphony of chaos, under the sky In the clenched fist, the pulse of our street Every victory earned, no thought of defeat Asphalt kingdom, sneakers stamp the beat Kings and queens of the turf, won’t accept defeat Life's lessons learned from the concrete sages Tagged murals telling tales across the ages [Chorus] On the edge where the streetlights flicker We chase our dreams, hearts beating quicker Against the odds, we strive and we push In the hood's grand narrative, we write our own book Tarmac throne, we don't play by the book Forged in the fire, just give us that look Never backing down, our spirit's too hooked On the corners, we rise, history shook [Verse] Paths we choose, are the paths we tread Streetlights guide the march to where we're led Graffiti speaks, our names forever spread In this urban jungle, we’re the thread Lines we cross, borders we test Living life with a different kind of zest
