"This ain't a track — it's a survival sermon."Straight from the depths of the city where concrete speaks and silence screams, Concrete Sermons is a raw, unfiltered piece of street poetry. No gimmicks. No gloss. Just truth carved into verses.
🎧 Listen now and feel every line hit.
🛠️ Every bar built from scars, struggle, and steel nerves.
🚫 No silver spoons — just forks in the road.
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Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Came up out the sewer with the snakes and the strays,
City never sleeps, just prays through the haze.
Heart made of gravel, soul stitched in scars,
I spit like the engine in a getaway car.
Raised by the static on a broken boombox,
Dreams in my socks, runnin' from the detox.
Every verse got teeth, bite like a pit,
Ain’t no peace when you raised in the grit.
(Hook)
Concrete sermons, I preach through pain,
Every bar baptized in acid rain.
No silver spoons, just forks in the road,
I rhyme like I’m owed every ounce I hold.
(Verse 2)
Ink bleeds black like my midnight thoughts,
Every line’s a war — every rhyme, gunshots.
No filters, no gimmicks, just venom and nerve,
Put my name in the streets like a tag I deserve.
Mic’s my blade, and the beat's my prey,
Cut truth from the lies, let the fake decay.
Only speak fire when the sky go dim,
Born sinner, die real — I don't gotta pretend.
(Hook)
Concrete sermons, I preach through pain,
Every bar baptized in acid rain.
No silver spoons, just forks in the road,
I rhyme like I’m owed every ounce I hold.
(Outro)
So I walk through the chaos, calm in the storm,
Voice of the block where the rebels are born.
Raw to the bone, till the casket drops,
This ain’t rap, it’s a war cry through speaker pops.
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