Concrete Throne

Yeah

This for the gutter survivors

The ones pain created

No love in these streets

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Came from the mud where the wolves don't sleep Where hunger turn

boys into beasts in the streets Cold heart,

black hoodie, eyes full rage Lost too many brothers,

now I live like a cage Sirens in the night,

mama praying downstairs While demons in my head saying nobody cares Had

to learn quick how betrayal feels Fake friends smiling while they plotting

for deals Concrete jungle,

everybody armed Trust get you killed,

so I move with alarms Pain made a king out a broken

child Now the whole damn city know my profile

No mercy,

no feelings Just scars and survival Came from the bottom

Now the pressure turned tribal

Heart frozen solid Soul dark like midnight I done seen hell walking

round in daylight

No mercy

No peace

No sleep

Just war

Every lesson from the streets left blood on the floor I seen

envy turn family into enemies Seen broke men lose they soul for

some currency System designed just to bury the youth That's why my

generation grew addicted to truth Everybody savage when survival involved Cold world

make killers out the innocent hearts Lost dreams hanging from abandoned blocks

While politicians hide behind expensive walls

I got pain in my bloodstream Trauma in my thoughts

Nightmares in HD from the battles we fought

Still standing tall while the weak ones fold

Young king with a spirit made of concrete and gold

Look into my eyes You gon' see every scar the world created

Every betrayal

Every funeral Every sleepless night

Turned into fuel

No mercy, no weakness Only hunger and ambition

From the trenches

where survival is religion

No mercy Still breathing through the violence

Turned all my suffering into dangerous silence

The streets don't love nobody Remember that

Either you survive

Or become another memory

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