I hear the echoes bounce off the block,
From the hustlers to the lost who never stop,
Concrete jungle, where the weak get knocked,
But we rise like the sun, even when the light drops.
Dreams buried deep where the streets ain't kind,
But I'm diggin' them out, every rhyme I find,
'Cause the voices down here, yeah, they whisper truth,
Where the struggle's so real, it's the proof of our youth.
They say the system's broke, but we're more than a stat,
We got the power to flip it, turn it all back,
From the shadows where the silent scream,
We emerge from the cracks, chasin' that dream.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
From the corners where the light fades slow,
To the rooftops where the dreams still glow,
We grind, we hustle, we make it through,
With a vision so sharp, we see the breakthrough.
They say the streets cold, but we bring the heat,
Runnin' on ambition, ain't no sign of defeat,
Concrete underfoot, but we reach for the sky,
Turnin' every stone, never askin' why.
We the product of the hustle, molded by the grind,
Born in the struggle, but we never resigned,
Voices from the concrete, can't be held down,
We the kings and queens, ready for the crown.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
We speak for the lost, the forgotten, the bruised,
For every dream deferred, every life misused,
But through the cracks, we thrive, we refuse to fall,
Voices from the concrete, we answer the call.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
Aniens Electro-Pop - Voices From The Concrete Lyrics
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English
I hear the echoes bounce off the block,
From the hustlers to the lost who never stop,
Concrete jungle, where the weak get knocked,
But we rise like the sun, even when the light drops.
Dreams buried deep where the streets ain't kind,
But I'm diggin' them out, every rhyme I find,
'Cause the voices down here, yeah, they whisper truth,
Where the struggle's so real, it's the proof of our youth.
They say the system's broke, but we're more than a stat,
We got the power to flip it, turn it all back,
From the shadows where the silent scream,
We emerge from the cracks, chasin' that dream.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
From the corners where the light fades slow,
To the rooftops where the dreams still glow,
We grind, we hustle, we make it through,
With a vision so sharp, we see the breakthrough.
They say the streets cold, but we bring the heat,
Runnin' on ambition, ain't no sign of defeat,
Concrete underfoot, but we reach for the sky,
Turnin' every stone, never askin' why.
We the product of the hustle, molded by the grind,
Born in the struggle, but we never resigned,
Voices from the concrete, can't be held down,
We the kings and queens, ready for the crown.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
We speak for the lost, the forgotten, the bruised,
For every dream deferred, every life misused,
But through the cracks, we thrive, we refuse to fall,
Voices from the concrete, we answer the call.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
From the hustlers to the lost who never stop,
Concrete jungle, where the weak get knocked,
But we rise like the sun, even when the light drops.
Dreams buried deep where the streets ain't kind,
But I'm diggin' them out, every rhyme I find,
'Cause the voices down here, yeah, they whisper truth,
Where the struggle's so real, it's the proof of our youth.
They say the system's broke, but we're more than a stat,
We got the power to flip it, turn it all back,
From the shadows where the silent scream,
We emerge from the cracks, chasin' that dream.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
From the corners where the light fades slow,
To the rooftops where the dreams still glow,
We grind, we hustle, we make it through,
With a vision so sharp, we see the breakthrough.
They say the streets cold, but we bring the heat,
Runnin' on ambition, ain't no sign of defeat,
Concrete underfoot, but we reach for the sky,
Turnin' every stone, never askin' why.
We the product of the hustle, molded by the grind,
Born in the struggle, but we never resigned,
Voices from the concrete, can't be held down,
We the kings and queens, ready for the crown.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
We speak for the lost, the forgotten, the bruised,
For every dream deferred, every life misused,
But through the cracks, we thrive, we refuse to fall,
Voices from the concrete, we answer the call.
Voices from the concrete, never fallin' silent,
City born survivors, hearts still vibrant,
Through the cracks we grow, through the pain we rise,
A chorus of the streets, under broken skies.
Voices from the concrete, hear the battle cry,
Hustlin' through the night, we never die,
Livin' in the chaos, but we still stand tall,
United by the struggle, breakin' through it all.
Writer: Manuel Jr. Acuba
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid