[00:00.000] 作词 : LL C/Brooklyn Liu
[00:01.000] 作曲 : LL C/Brooklyn Liu
[00:11.936]Verse 1
[00:14.981]Yo, I was raised where the sirens sing lullabies,
[00:18.551]Where the corner store’s a church, and the preachers sell lies.
[00:21.565]I ran with wolves, young and hungry, no leash,
[00:24.610]Pavement scars on my knees, chasing peace.
[00:28.121]We was kings of the block, with crowns made of dust,
[00:31.134]Dreams bigger than the sky, but the system don’t trust.
[00:34.399]I seen brothers fall, turn to ghosts in the night,
[00:37.401]Their names etched in the walls, under flickering light.
[00:40.665]I was a product of the struggle, a soldier of the grind,
[00:43.677]But the streets got a way of messing with your mind.
[00:47.191]I was lost in the sauce, till a OG pulled me aside,
[00:49.449]Said, “The pen’s mightier than the blade, let your words be your guide.”
[00:50.202]Chorus：
[00:53.247]Now I’m spitting concrete psalms, where the broken hearts roam,
[00:56.267]From the gutter to the heavens, I’m building my throne.
[00:59.522]I was a gangster with a glock, now I’m a poet with a pen,
[01:04.547]Turning pain into power, I’m born again.
[01:14.584]Verse 2:
[01:17.344]I seen the crack babies crying, moms chasing the high,
[01:20.606]Politicians in suits, but they ain’t hearing our cry.
[01:24.369]They build prisons, not schools, then they wonder why we rebel,
[01:27.627]We just trying to survive in this concrete hell.
[01:29.887]I'm grinding hard in trap game, can’t stop
[01:33.688]My rhymes hit like a bullet from a Glock , From the Block to the top
[01:36.233]I spit fire on these beats until they drop
[01:39.034]I don’t watch dumb shit at TikTok
[01:40.040]I just focus on Hiphop
[01:42.047]Ten toes down on my Hot block
[01:44.807]Why some fake ass rapper yelling I from O-Block?
[01:46.608]Y’all Funny as **** !
[01:52.624]In the Pink city ,Trap house , Dope game never stop on the block
[01:54.419]Growing up, life was rough around here
[01:55.916]Gangs, violence and drugs were everywhere
[01:57.673]Broken heart filled with darkness
[02:00.433]Poverty was rampant lurke near
[02:04.451]You know rap game was my only path to faith
[02:05.015]Bridge：
[02:07.776]They say the hood’s a graveyard, but I see a rose,
[02:10.786]Growing through the cracks, where the struggle flows.
[02:14.104]I’m a product of the pain, but I’m more than my past,
[02:17.617]A phoenix from the flames, I’m built to last.
[02:17.867]Chorus：
[02:21.129]Now I’m spitting concrete psalms, where the broken hearts roam,
[02:24.148]From the gutter to the heavens, I’m building my throne.
[02:27.408]I was a gangster with a glock, now I’m a poet with a pen,
[02:33.933]Turning pain into power, I’m born again.

作词 : LL C/Brooklyn Liu
作曲 : LL C/Brooklyn Liu
Verse 1
Yo, I was raised where the sirens sing lullabies,
Where the corner store’s a church, and the preachers sell lies.
I ran with wolves, young and hungry, no leash,
Pavement scars on my knees, chasing peace.
We was kings of the block, with crowns made of dust,
Dreams bigger than the sky, but the system don’t trust.
I seen brothers fall, turn to ghosts in the night,
Their names etched in the walls, under flickering light.
I was a product of the struggle, a soldier of the grind,
But the streets got a way of messing with your mind.
I was lost in the sauce, till a OG pulled me aside,
Said, “The pen’s mightier than the blade, let your words be your guide.”
Chorus：
Now I’m spitting concrete psalms, where the broken hearts roam,
From the gutter to the heavens, I’m building my throne.
I was a gangster with a glock, now I’m a poet with a pen,
Turning pain into power, I’m born again.
Verse 2:
I seen the crack babies crying, moms chasing the high,
Politicians in suits, but they ain’t hearing our cry.
They build prisons, not schools, then they wonder why we rebel,
We just trying to survive in this concrete hell.
I'm grinding hard in trap game, can’t stop
My rhymes hit like a bullet from a Glock , From the Block to the top
I spit fire on these beats until they drop
I don’t watch dumb shit at TikTok
I just focus on Hiphop
Ten toes down on my Hot block
Why some fake ass rapper yelling I from O-Block?
Y’all Funny as **** !
In the Pink city ,Trap house , Dope game never stop on the block
Growing up, life was rough around here
Gangs, violence and drugs were everywhere
Broken heart filled with darkness
Poverty was rampant lurke near
You know rap game was my only path to faith
Bridge：
They say the hood’s a graveyard, but I see a rose,
Growing through the cracks, where the struggle flows.
I’m a product of the pain, but I’m more than my past,
A phoenix from the flames, I’m built to last.
Chorus：
Now I’m spitting concrete psalms, where the broken hearts roam,
From the gutter to the heavens, I’m building my throne.
I was a gangster with a glock, now I’m a poet with a pen,
Turning pain into power, I’m born again.