Concrete Psalms-巧莫

Concrete Psalms

歌手:巧莫

时间:2025-12-02

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Yeah let the rhythm speak

From these city streets

Check the method

I walk these asphalt pages pen my psalms

Where moonlight hits the fire escapes like palms

The city breathes a rhythm I translate

Through notebook scribbles sealing my fate

Hollow echoes in the subway's chest

Where tired souls come to find their rest

I catch their stories in my net of verse

A sidewalk scholar reversing the curse

My pen's the needle the paper's the groove

Searching for the truth these streets can prove

These are my concrete psalms my urban prayers

Spitting verses to the night that cares

Over drum breaks and sampled hymns

My soul pours out from these city limbs

These are my concrete psalms my sacred text

Putting these hard lessons to the test

From the corner spot to the rooftop view

Every bar I write is bleeding true

The bodega cat blinks in neon light

Witness to verses I write through the night

Old men play dominoes like chess with time

Their moves become metaphors in my rhyme

Rain washes gutters but can't cleanse the pain

Just turns it to poetry falling like rain

I collect moments like rare vinyl finds

The perfect loop playing in my mind

The boom is the heartbeat the bap is the snap

Of reality cracking revealing the map

These are my concrete psalms my urban prayers

Spitting verses to the night that cares

Over drum breaks and sampled hymns

My soul pours out from these city limbs

These are my concrete psalms my sacred text

Putting these hard lessons to the test

From the corner spot to the rooftop view

Every bar I write is bleeding true

Some seek salvation in stained glass light

I find my grace in the dead of night

With SP-1200 humming low

Translating everything I know

The preacher quotes from ancient scrolls

I quote from what the pavement holds

Different pulpits same confession

Life's a question art's the lesson

The dawn arrives like a muted horn

Another chapter being born

I leave my mark in vapor trails

Another story the city tells

The garbage trucks chant the morning psalm

As I return my thoughts to calm

This concrete church has blessed my soul

Made broken pieces feel somehow whole

Concrete psalms

Urban prayers

Through the noise

Someone cares

Yeah

Peace

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