Concrete Soul

Yeah. Street lights blink a tired eye. Another hustle under a blue sky.

They say money talks, honey. It just sighs, whispering secrets,

nobody by. Concrete soul. Yeah, that's my name. Playing this life

like a high-stakes game. Self-worth ain't cheap, it's not a quick fame.

Just a quiet fire, a burning flame. Newsfeed spinning a tangled web.

Lost in the noise, feeling like a speck. They want you

to chase what you can't get. But real richness is what you ain't met yet.

Concrete soul. Yeah, that's my name. Playing this life like a high-stakes