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Concrete Diaries 2 by Goodness

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Concrete Diaries 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Intro)
Midnight tales under neon skies,
Where every shadow whispers truth and lies.
Concrete diaries, pages worn and torn,
Stories etched from dusk till dawn.
(Verse 1)
Dial up the corner store, Mr. Lee’s on the line,
Old vinyl crackles, memories intertwine.
Mama’s kitchen steams, Sunday’s fried chicken scent,
Blocks painted with graffiti, where our souls are spent.
Johnny’s mixtape scratched, beats like heartbeats pounding,
Sidewalk sermons spoken, dreams in cipher’s founding.
(Pre-Chorus)
From stoop talks to rooftop flights,
We chase dawn through sleepless nights.
Every scar, a line in our rhyme,
Time’s river flows but can’t rewind.
(Chorus)
We’re the concrete diaries, pages never blank,
Ink runs deep from every street we thank.
From subway echoes to skyline flames,
Our voices rise, unbound by chains.
Not just survival, but a legacy made,
In every verse, our past parades.
(Verse 2)
Cassette tapes rewind, old school boom bap,
Dre’s bass line hits, making heartbeats snap.
Sasha’s first rap battle, trembling but bold,
Turntables spinning stories, truths retold.
Corner basketball courts, sneakers squeak the rhythm,
Dreams dribble past obstacles, chasing the prism.
Every alley a chapter, every face a clue,
In this urban novel, our spirit breaks through.
(Bridge)
Under streetlamp halos, memories collide,
Lost loves, hard fights, tears we tried to hide.
But in the silence, a melody grows,
From pain to power, the rhythm flows.
The city’s pulse, our eternal song,
Where broken beats make us strong.
(Chorus Variation)
Concrete diaries, not just tales of pain,
But anthems of hope, like cleansing rain.
From the depths of struggle to the heights of fame,
We paint our future, ignite the flame.
(Outro)
So here’s to the nights that forged our voice,
To the battles lost and the ones we choice.
Concrete diaries, vibrant and true,
Our story’s alive, written by me and you.