Concrete Halo, Broken Chain (версия 2)

Verse

Fourth floor walk-up, ladder rusted at the seam

Tar roof halo where the pigeons learn to dream

Sharpie names on the wire, Reggie, Dro, and Vee

Fed 'em bread crusts saved from the corner deli

Padlock chain I bought with my first real check

Kept the coop tight through the coldest neck of the block

Every morning count 'em, twelve wings then thirteen

That number's how I measure what this rooftop's seen

Pre-Chorus

But the block got hands that reach for what you build

So I ask myself who's loyal when the wind gets still

Chorus

Concrete halo over Vance and Pine

Broken chain but the flock still mine

Every scar on my palm got a story to sell

Concrete halo keep me out that cell

Verse

Found the padlock cut clean, chain link on the ground

Three birds missing, feathers scattered all around

Dro's coop three blocks down, same white and gray

Traded my Reggie for a twenty on a bad day

Didn't confront him, just replaced the lock instead

Bought a heavier chain, kept the anger in my head

New names written smaller, careful with the ink

Trust like a rooftop ledge — one wrong step, you sink

Pre-Chorus

But the block got hands that reach for what you build

So I ask myself who's loyal when the wind gets still

Chorus

Concrete halo over Vance and Pine

Broken chain but the flock still mine

Every scar on my palm got a story to sell

Concrete halo keep me out that cell

Bridge

Could've swung on Dro, could've let the anger fly

Instead I climbed the fire escape and let the question lie

Some men lock the coop up tighter after they get robbed

I count the wings I got left and go on with the job

Twelve is still a flock, still a reason to ascend

Loyalty ain't a lock, it's who keeps coming back again

Chorus

Concrete halo over Vance and Pine

Broken chain but the flock still mine

Every scar on my palm got a story to sell

Concrete halo keep me out that cell