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Concrete Roses 1 by Sensei

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Concrete Roses 1

Hip Hop,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
Underneath the flicker of streetlamp shadows cast,
Mama’s voice echoes, stories from a haunted past.
Corner store dreams wrapped in yesterday’s news,
Broken glass memories, but I lace up my shoes.
Raised on vinyl scratches and the MC’s flow,
Lost in the cipher, where the truth starts to show.
Graffiti prayers on brick walls, colors bleed,
Every tag a testament to the lives that need to be freed.
(Pre-Chorus)
City breathes in rhythms, pulse of the unheard,
Words like bullets, sharp, every line a bird.
Soaring through the smog, finding light in the grime,
Concrete roses bloom, surviving through time.
(Chorus - Hook)
From the cracks in the pavement, hear my voice rise,
Stories of struggle painted across the skies.
Not just a fighter, but a poet in the fight,
Concrete roses blooming, breaking through the night.
(Verse 2)
I spit the tales of lost brothers, sisters in the fray,
Dreams deferred, but still they dance and sway.
System’s cold, trying to freeze the fire inside,
But my verses burn bright, can’t be denied.
Mama’s hands worn, but her love’s a fortress strong,
In the chaos, her lullabies keep me holding on.
Every scar mapped like constellations in the dark,
Finding beauty in pain, turning wounds into art.
(Bridge - Breakdown)
Vulnerable moments, peeled back layers deep,
Nightmares that haunt me, but I refuse to sleep.
Raw and unfiltered, the story unfolds,
Hip hop’s my diary, the truth it holds.
(Chorus - Hook)
From the cracks in the pavement, hear my voice rise,
Stories of struggle painted across the skies.
Not just a fighter, but a poet in the fight,
Concrete roses blooming, breaking through the night.
(Outro)
So here’s to the unsung, the voices unheard,
Every line a revolution, every rhyme a word.
In the heartbeat of the city, where dreams compose,
We are the concrete roses, forever we grow.