CONCRETE SERMON II
Blues rap chill aggressive, 88 BPM, soulful but gritty blues guitar, dusty boom bap drums, warm upright bass, minimal organ pad, analog tape texture, 4 minutes.
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Lyrics
Intro
Concrete sweat. Streetlight glare.
Verse 1
Sidewalk sermon under broken sign
I seen coke turn gold to brine
Seen hustlers swear they fine
While their pupils thin like fishing line
Quick high ain’t quick fix
It just remix
Your risk
Into something you can’t dismiss
I watched ambition overdose
On ego dose
While promoters toast
And cameras post
Hook
Roll One & Chill, hold position
Gelato Glow Records long vision
No addiction
To false ascension
Roll slow, don’t chase illusion
This ain’t confusion
It’s conclusion
From hard intrusion
Verse 2
You ever seen a body twitch
From a tiny pinch
Of that white glitch
That promise rich?
I have.
And that shit don’t look cinematic
It look tragic
It look automatic
So I stay grounded in my vices
Measured prices
Blues devices
And sacrifices
Bridge
Guitar bend sound like warning
Drum knock steady, not performing
This ain’t glamorizing storming
It’s reporting
Verse 3
Independent spine intact
No powder pact
No fake act
Just fact
Gelato Glow Sessions steady rise
Through sleepless nights and tired eyes
No disguise
Just enterprise
Outro
Concrete sermon end
We don’t bend
We transcend
Through blues we send