Song Lyrics: "GHOSTS OF THE CONCRETE (EXTENDED CUT

Song Lyrics: "GHOSTS OF THE CONCRETE (EXTENDED CUT)" [Intro] (Melancholisches Piano setzt ein, untermalt von Windgeräuschen und fernen Sirenen) (Pacs Stimme, tief und ernst) "They say we’re just statistics, you know? Just another body on the pavement. But they don’t see the soul behind the struggle... Yeah. For my brothers trapped in the zone. Can you feel me?" (Der Jerk-Beat droppt hart – aggressive, stolpernde 808s) [Verse 1] Look into the eyes of a young soul, hollow and cold In a world where the truth is never told, and stories unfold I see 'em leaning on the corner, backs bent to the floor Is it the drug or the system that’s knocking at the door? They call it Jerk, but I call it a rhythmic cry Underneath the flashing lights, where the legends go to die. I’m a soldier of the street, with a pen as my blade Watching my people wither in this concrete shade. They want us mindless, walking dead, no heart in the chest But a Thug’s passion never lets a brother rest! [Chorus] Walking Dead, but my spirit’s screaming "Life!" Through the hunger and the hunger, through the struggle and the strife. It’s a HoodTrap, baby, don’t let it pull you down Keep your head up, even when you’re wearing a thorny crown. (Ad-libs: Thug Life! Keep ya head up!) [Verse 2] I ain’t rapping 'bout the high, I’m rapping 'bout the "Why?" Why we gotta lose a brother 'fore we see him fly? Xylazine dreams, but the nightmare is real They trade their dignity for a ghost-white meal. I’m on the block with the outlaws, masked and ready Flow like a heartbeat, heavy and steady. In this black and white world, I still see the red From the blood of the innocent that the city has fed. Don’t just dance to the beat, hear the message in the sound We gotta rise up, 'fore they put us in the ground! [Bridge] (Beat setzt kurz aus, nur das Piano und schwere Bass-Reverbs) Is there a heaven for a G? Or just another cell? Living in a city that feels like a living hell. They watch us through the cameras, but they never lend a hand Just another shadow in this godforsaken land. (Beat baut sich mit schnellen Snares wieder auf) Rise up! Stand tall! Don't let the Jerk make you fall! [Verse 3] I see my sisters on the curb, eyes filled with tears Fighting off the demons and the shadows of their fears. The "Zombie Drug" takes the body, but don't let it take the mind Searching for a future that the system left behind. I’m a Makaveli spirit in a HoodTrap cage Writing down the history on a blood-stained page. From Philly to the coast, the struggle is the same Different faces, different places, but we all know the pain. Keep your soul on fire, don't let the cold settle in 'Cause being poor in America shouldn't be a sin! [Verse 4] (Flow wird schneller, aggressiver) They want us leaning, they want us feining, they want us gone! But we’ve been survivors since the crack of the dawn. Yeah, the 808s thumping, keeping the heart alive In the middle of the chaos, we still find a way to thrive. Mask on my face, not for the crime, but for the shame Of a country that forgets every forgotten name. I’m the ghost of the concrete, the voice of the block Ticking like a time bomb, louder than a glock! [Chorus] Walking Dead, but my spirit’s screaming "Life!" Through the hunger and the hunger, through the struggle and the strife. It’s a HoodTrap, baby, don’t let it pull you down Keep your head up, even when you’re wearing a thorny crown. [Outro] (Beat blendet langsam aus, Piano bleibt) Only God can judge the man in the mask. Don't let 'em trap your soul, brother. Stay strong... for the little ones. We're still here. (Stimme verhallt) "Are you lucky? Or are you just a survivor?" (Letzter Klavierakkord)