War In The Concrete
“WAR IN THE CONCRETE” – Vna$ty Style [Intro – dark choir, gun cocks, heavy bass] Dear God… Before I load this pain into these bars… Forgive me for the sins I’m about to speak on… This for the gutter… Where survival got a body count… [Hook] Concrete jungle, better rumble when you step outside, Young killers catch a body just to feel alive, Mama praying to the Lord while her baby ride, Sirens screaming every night, hear the devil cry. Lord forgive us for the dirt and the bloody scars, We was really in the trenches dodging cop cars, Pain made a beast, now my soul full of war, Every tear turned a savage, now my heart hardcore. [Verse 1] I came from roaches crawling all through the kitchen, Mama stressed out, eviction notices missing, Pops gone, so the streets started raising the children, Now the block full of demons and nobody healing. Where I’m from they don’t dream, they just load up clips, Young boy thirteen already smoking and lit, OG caught a life from a jealous little snitch, Now his mama at the graveyard talking to the wind. I seen real pain, I ain’t rapping for attention, Had to learn survival, that became my religion, Cold nights in the rain with addiction and tension, Now my bars hit hard like prison convictions. Dear God I got anger deep inside my veins, Trying not to lose control and let it off in flames, Too many dead faces burned inside my brain, I done watched good souls die over chains. [Hook] Concrete jungle, better rumble when you step outside, Young killers catch a body just to feel alive, Mama praying to the Lord while her baby ride, Sirens screaming every night, hear the devil cry. Lord forgive us for the dirt and the bloody scars, We was really in the trenches dodging cop cars, Pain made a beast, now my soul full of war, Every tear turned a savage, now my heart hardcore. [Verse 2] I remember nights hearing shots through the hallway, Kids doing drugs trying hard to escape pain, Cops kicked the door, left the house looking all strange, Now grandma crying while they searching through the ashtrays. They never loved us, we was born in the struggle, Had to fight every day just to eat through the hustle, Learned quick if you weak then the streets gonna crush you, So I turned all my scars into beasts when I touch booths. God know I done sinned, I got blood on my conscience, Seen brothers switch sides over money and nonsense, Lost good women cause my heart too toxic, Now I talk to these beats like therapy sessions. Still praying for the homies in the cages, System full of hate and racist judges giving phases, Young black kings dying before they see ages, So I scream every bar like rage on pages. [Bridge – emotional but aggressive] Dear Lord… if You hear me… Watch over the trenches… Too many mothers burying sons… Too many fathers gone… Too many demons outside these apartments… [Final Hook – louder, anthem style] Concrete jungle, gotta fight till the death, Pain in my soul every time that I breath, Lord save the lost ones stuck in the streets, Before the graveyard put another name underneath. Forgive all my sins, all the dirt that I done, I was raised where survival make a man hold guns, Still praying for peace while I bang these drums, Cause the hood still bleeding and the war ain’t done. [Outro] Vna$ty… Voice of the pain… Voice of the gutter… Amen.
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“WAR IN THE CONCRETE” – Vna$ty Style [Intro – dark choir, gun cocks, heavy bass] Dear God… Before I load this pain into these bars… Forgive me for the sins I’m about to speak on… This for the gutter… Where survival got a body count… [Hook] Concrete jungle, better rumble when you step outside, Young killers catch a body just to feel alive, Mama praying to the Lord while her baby ride, Sirens screaming every night, hear the devil cry. Lord forgive us for the dirt and the bloody scars, We was really in the trenches dodging cop cars, Pain made a beast, now my soul full of war, Every tear turned a savage, now my heart hardcore. [Verse 1] I came from roaches crawling all through the kitchen, Mama stressed out, eviction notices missing, Pops gone, so the streets started raising the children, Now the block full of demons and nobody healing. Where I’m from they don’t dream, they just load up clips, Young boy thirteen already smoking and lit, OG caught a life from a jealous little snitch, Now his mama at the graveyard talking to the wind. I seen real pain, I ain’t rapping for attention, Had to learn survival, that became my religion, Cold nights in the rain with addiction and tension, Now my bars hit hard like prison convictions. Dear God I got anger deep inside my veins, Trying not to lose control and let it off in flames, Too many dead faces burned inside my brain, I done watched good souls die over chains. [Hook] Concrete jungle, better rumble when you step outside, Young killers catch a body just to feel alive, Mama praying to the Lord while her baby ride, Sirens screaming every night, hear the devil cry. Lord forgive us for the dirt and the bloody scars, We was really in the trenches dodging cop cars, Pain made a beast, now my soul full of war, Every tear turned a savage, now my heart hardcore. [Verse 2] I remember nights hearing shots through the hallway, Kids doing drugs trying hard to escape pain, Cops kicked the door, left the house looking all strange, Now grandma crying while they searching through the ashtrays. They never loved us, we was born in the struggle, Had to fight every day just to eat through the hustle, Learned quick if you weak then the streets gonna crush you, So I turned all my scars into beasts when I touch booths. God know I done sinned, I got blood on my conscience, Seen brothers switch sides over money and nonsense, Lost good women cause my heart too toxic, Now I talk to these beats like therapy sessions. Still praying for the homies in the cages, System full of hate and racist judges giving phases, Young black kings dying before they see ages, So I scream every bar like rage on pages. [Bridge – emotional but aggressive] Dear Lord… if You hear me… Watch over the trenches… Too many mothers burying sons… Too many fathers gone… Too many demons outside these apartments… [Final Hook – louder, anthem style] Concrete jungle, gotta fight till the death, Pain in my soul every time that I breath, Lord save the lost ones stuck in the streets, Before the graveyard put another name underneath. Forgive all my sins, all the dirt that I done, I was raised where survival make a man hold guns, Still praying for peace while I bang these drums, Cause the hood still bleeding and the war ain’t done. [Outro] Vna$ty… Voice of the pain… Voice of the gutter… Amen.
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