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Concrete Chronicles 1 by Krokk

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Concrete Chronicles 1

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:003:21
Lyrics
Description
(Intro - Spoken Word)
City breathes in neon sighs, a pulse beneath the asphalt skies,
Where every crack’s a story told, in whispered rhymes of young and old.
(Verse 1)
I lace my kicks with broken dreams, pavement’s poetry in fractured seams,
Graffiti ghosts salute the night, murals bleed under streetlamp light.
Echoes bounce off subway tiles, where hustlers craft their sacred wiles,
Rhymes sharper than a switchblade’s kiss, slicing through the urban abyss.
(Pre-Chorus)
From corners where the lost souls pray, to rooftops watching skyline sway,
I’m the voice between the sirens’ cry, weaving truth where the rumors lie.
(Chorus)
Concrete chronicles, carved in scars,
Heartbeat syncs with distant cars.
From stoop confessions to skyline dreams,
We’re the pulse beneath the city’s seams.
(Verse 2)
Mama’s lullabies drowned by train tracks’ roar, childhood memories on the floor,
Sidewalk chalk and faded swings, now just echoes of forgotten kings.
But in the struggle, my spirit thrives, scripting verses that keep me alive,
Every syllable a battle scar, a testament to who we are.
(Bridge - Spoken Word with Beat Drop)
Hear the vinyl crack, the needle’s pain,
History’s ink runs through my vein.
Not just beats, but battles won,
Stories spun beneath the sun.
(Verse 3)
Silver tongues and golden chains, shadows dance in subway trains,
Legends born from midnight’s glow, scars that only poets know.
I spit metaphors like fireflies, lighting up the darkest skies,
A symphony of grit and grace, every line a sacred place.
(Chorus)
Concrete chronicles, carved in scars,
Heartbeat syncs with distant cars.
From stoop confessions to skyline dreams,
We’re the pulse beneath the city’s seams.
(Outro)
So here’s to the streets that raised our sound,
To every lost and found,
The beat goes on, a legacy,
In the heart of urban poetry.
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