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. Title: “Concrete Testimon Intro Yeah… Look… Uh… The block raised us different… Verse 1 I was young with a hunger, stomach rumbling under the covers, Mama juggling numbers like a struggling plumber with budgets. Bills piling up like silence inside of a riot, Hope fragile as glass in a crash when the sirens be crying. My homie cooking rocks in a pot like a chemistry project, Fiends at the door like Jehovah witnesses checking the progress. The pressure was constant, depression was dressed as ambition, Cause chasing the paper was safer than facing the friction. Dreams thin as the thread in a sweater unraveling slowly, Pain stick to your chest like a felon that carry a Rollie. OG told me “life like a dice game rolling in alleys,” One wrong move leave you flat like a tire in Cali. We was chasing the green like iguanas in jungles for dinner, But the feds watch the block like piranhas that swim for beginners. Truth heavy as bricks in a backpack of sinners, So I started writing bars like a priest with confessions for sinners. Hook The block talk louder than sermons on Sunday mornings, Dreams heavy as work when the junkie be nervous and scoring. Life like a scale where the karma and commas be forming, Some souls burn slow like a blunt in a storm when it's pouring. I was chasing a light through the night where the snakes be sliding, Trying stay afloat in a boat where the hope be hiding. Pain hit your chest like a vest when the lead colliding, Just a young soul trying dodge what the feds deciding. Verse 2 My homie caught a charge and the bars started building around him, Mama tears falling hard like a storm when the thunder surround him. Judge voice colder than snow when December be breathing, Sentence heavy as stone when the preacher be grieving. He had dreams of the league like ballers with banners and rings, Now he counting the days like a boxer that's trapped in the strings. Life flip quick like a coin in the palm of a gambler, One decision turn a king to a pawn in a scramble. Seen dudes move weight like they bench pressing bricks in the basement, But the feds watch close like a lens with intentions of tracing. Trust thin as the ink in a pen for a prison confession, Hope fade slow like a flame when the wind start pressing. Shorty said she love me like oceans with depth in the tide, But her loyalty shallow as puddles that rest on the side. Heart cracked open like glass when a bat get swung, Now I guard every feeling like cash in the back of a trunk. Hook The block talk louder than sermons on Sunday mornings, Dreams heavy as work when the junkie be nervous and scoring. Life like a scale where the karma and commas be forming, Some souls burn slow like a blunt in a storm when it's pouring. I was chasing a light through the night where the snakes be sliding, Trying stay afloat in a boat where the hope be hiding. Pain hit your chest like a vest when the lead colliding, Just a young soul trying dodge what the feds deciding. Verse 3 Now I sit and reflect on the steps that I took in the chaos, Where the money move fast but the souls moving slower than layups. Kids on the block playing tag with the fate they inherit, Trying climb out the mud like a crab in a bucket of crabs. OG told me “respect like a check that you better protect,” Cause a dollar can stretch but a life never double the bet. Jealousy spreading like viruses traveling silently, Fake love disappear like footprints in snow on the street. My pen like a blade when it's slicing through trauma and drama, Every bar like a scar from the karma that follow the commas. Hope rising slow like the sun when the night start dissolving, Now my vision big as the sky when the storm clouds evolving. I ain't rich but my mind getting sharper with patience, Cause the block teach lessons harder than Harvard locations. If pain the tuition and struggle the school that you enter, Then wisdom the diploma when survival the mentor. Outro Yeah… Sometimes the block break you… Sometimes the pain shape you… But the pen save you. If you want, I can also show you 3 advanced rhyme tricks J. Cole uses (like double internal rhyme chains and hidden rhyme pockets) and rewrite one verse to sound even closer to his cadence. 🎤
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. Title: “Concrete Testimon Intro Yeah… Look… Uh… The block raised us different… Verse 1 I was young with a hunger, stomach rumbling under the covers, Mama juggling numbers like a struggling plumber with budgets. Bills piling up like silence inside of a riot, Hope fragile as glass in a crash when the sirens be crying. My homie cooking rocks in a pot like a chemistry project, Fiends at the door like Jehovah witnesses checking the progress. The pressure was constant, depression was dressed as ambition, Cause chasing the paper was safer than facing the friction. Dreams thin as the thread in a sweater unraveling slowly, Pain stick to your chest like a felon that carry a Rollie. OG told me “life like a dice game rolling in alleys,” One wrong move leave you flat like a tire in Cali. We was chasing the green like iguanas in jungles for dinner, But the feds watch the block like piranhas that swim for beginners. Truth heavy as bricks in a backpack of sinners, So I started writing bars like a priest with confessions for sinners. Hook The block talk louder than sermons on Sunday mornings, Dreams heavy as work when the junkie be nervous and scoring. Life like a scale where the karma and commas be forming, Some souls burn slow like a blunt in a storm when it's pouring. I was chasing a light through the night where the snakes be sliding, Trying stay afloat in a boat where the hope be hiding. Pain hit your chest like a vest when the lead colliding, Just a young soul trying dodge what the feds deciding. Verse 2 My homie caught a charge and the bars started building around him, Mama tears falling hard like a storm when the thunder surround him. Judge voice colder than snow when December be breathing, Sentence heavy as stone when the preacher be grieving. He had dreams of the league like ballers with banners and rings, Now he counting the days like a boxer that's trapped in the strings. Life flip quick like a coin in the palm of a gambler, One decision turn a king to a pawn in a scramble. Seen dudes move weight like they bench pressing bricks in the basement, But the feds watch close like a lens with intentions of tracing. Trust thin as the ink in a pen for a prison confession, Hope fade slow like a flame when the wind start pressing. Shorty said she love me like oceans with depth in the tide, But her loyalty shallow as puddles that rest on the side. Heart cracked open like glass when a bat get swung, Now I guard every feeling like cash in the back of a trunk. Hook The block talk louder than sermons on Sunday mornings, Dreams heavy as work when the junkie be nervous and scoring. Life like a scale where the karma and commas be forming, Some souls burn slow like a blunt in a storm when it's pouring. I was chasing a light through the night where the snakes be sliding, Trying stay afloat in a boat where the hope be hiding. Pain hit your chest like a vest when the lead colliding, Just a young soul trying dodge what the feds deciding. Verse 3 Now I sit and reflect on the steps that I took in the chaos, Where the money move fast but the souls moving slower than layups. Kids on the block playing tag with the fate they inherit, Trying climb out the mud like a crab in a bucket of crabs. OG told me “respect like a check that you better protect,” Cause a dollar can stretch but a life never double the bet. Jealousy spreading like viruses traveling silently, Fake love disappear like footprints in snow on the street. My pen like a blade when it's slicing through trauma and drama, Every bar like a scar from the karma that follow the commas. Hope rising slow like the sun when the night start dissolving, Now my vision big as the sky when the storm clouds evolving. I ain't rich but my mind getting sharper with patience, Cause the block teach lessons harder than Harvard locations. If pain the tuition and struggle the school that you enter, Then wisdom the diploma when survival the mentor. Outro Yeah… Sometimes the block break you… Sometimes the pain shape you… But the pen save you. If you want, I can also show you 3 advanced rhyme tricks J. Cole uses (like double internal rhyme chains and hidden rhyme pockets) and rewrite one verse to sound even closer to his cadence. 🎤
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