Concrete Blues yo

Verse 1

Late nights counting every small win

Checking mirrors for the shadows coming in

Rain washes the blood off the asphalt

Street legends claiming it was never their fault

Everything is heavy on this side of town

Weighted scales keeping all the heavy hitters down

Locked inside the trap when the winter gets cold

Stories that we buried never gonna be told

Pre-Chorus

Walking through the alley with a notch on the blade

I survived every single plan that they made

Seeing ghost figures in the smoke from the heat

Pacing round the corner with the world at my feet

Chorus

Raw deals and the concrete blues

Nothing left for a soldier to lose

Hard earned pride in a city of stone

Standing in the wreckage all on my own

Raw deals and the concrete blues

Nothing left for a soldier to lose

Verse 2

Bullet shells ringing like a Sunday choir bell

Walking through a hallway that smells just like hell

Mama praying for the boy with the crooked aim

Family tree shaking while we fight for the name

Sharp blades hiding in the sleeve of the coat

Tied a velvet ribbon round the industry throat

I don't need a favor from a man I don't trust

Leaving all the fakes sitting back in the dust

Pre-Chorus

Walking through the alley with a notch on the blade

I survived every single plan that they made

Seeing ghost figures in the smoke from the heat

Pacing round the corner with the world at my feet

Chorus

Raw deals and the concrete blues

Nothing left for a soldier to lose

Hard earned pride in a city of stone

Standing in the wreckage all on my own

Raw deals and the concrete blues

Nothing left for a soldier to lose

Bridge

Underneath the bridge where the secrets go to die

Staring at the clouds with a hollow look in my eye

Building up a fortress while the bricks begin to break

Watching for the hungry ones looking for a stake

Chorus

Raw deals and the concrete blues

Nothing left for a soldier to lose

Hard earned pride in a city of stone

Standing in the wreckage all on my own

Raw deals and the

Verse 3

Chrome burner resting on the passenger side

Watching for the rivals where the predators hide

South Philly tension in the palm of my hand

Trying to find a purpose in a desolate land

I seen a million grams turn to a graveyard plot

Soldiers getting cold while the climate stays hot

We used to pray for sneakers now we pray for a vest

Resting is a luxury we never get to test

Broken window panes where the breeze gets through

Checking off the list till I'm down to a few

Hundred thousand dollars in a crate by the bed

Better than a coffin and some nails in my head

They want the crown but they couldn't take the weight

Iron sharpen iron while I'm opening the gate

Kensington markets where the tragedy stems

Digging in the gutter looking for the little gems

Verse 4

Ten years back I was sleeping on a crate

Waiting on a miracle to change up the fate

Now I'm at the table with the sharks and the kings

Focus on the profit and the power that it brings

Alchemist chopping up a loop from the grave

Trying to find a soul that the system couldn't save

Hard leather jacket for the freezing November

Lessons that I learned are the only ones I remember

Thick scars marking up the path that I took

Living out the pages of a forbidden book

Blowing out the candles while I'm keeping a watch

Adding up the score with another little notch

Used to find peace in a vial or a bag

Now the only high is when the money doesn't lag

Stacking up the paper till it touches the roof

Hardcore survivor and I'm living as the proof

Outro

Keep your eyes open

Six-nine on the tempo

Real recognize real

Philadelphia to the world

BSF in the building

Nothing left to lose

Just more to gain

Walking through the stone

Leaving a legacy

Behind the smoke

One time for the real ones

We out

Instrumental Fade Out