Concrete Crown 6

Verse

Welding sparks off the scaffolding beam

Sixteen years of dust under my boots

Concrete crown that I never wore

Just the weight that I carried through

Broken escalator, stairwell in smoke

Doorman counting who makes it up

I kept my head down, let my knuckles bleed

Every step was just a door I opened

Steel plate rattling when the sub hit hard

Floor tile shaking where the bassline landed

Pre-Chorus

Nobody saw what I was building under here

No plaque, no fanfare, no parade in June

Just me and the weight that I held all year

Waiting on the moment when the scaffolding falls away

Chorus

Concrete crown, we wear it like armor

Bulldozer sunrise, every war we borrow

Hands up where the dust meets the thunder

This is how a king gets built under

Concrete crown, we don't need a name

Just the ground beneath us learning to obey

Verse

Gutter drain clogged, water running down my shin

Fire exit jammed at three AM again

I kept the keys in my wallet like it was mine own throne

Never asked for thanks or any place to call home

Sweat built a language I don't speak anymore

Steel dust choking through every window pane

Somebody's echo bouncing off the elevator shaft

Kept on climbing where the stairs forgot their name

Pre-Chorus

Nobody saw what I was building under here

No plaque, no fanfare, no parade in June

Just me and the weight that I held all year

Waiting on the moment when the scaffolding falls away

Chorus

Concrete crown, we wear it like armor

Bulldozer sunrise, every war we borrow

Hands up where the dust meets the thunder

This is how a king gets built under

Concrete crown, we don't need a name

Just the ground beneath us learning to obey

Bridge

One day they'll rip out these walls and find my bones buried deep in the rebar

Not a coffin, just the weight that held up every floor

No epitaph needed when the building still stands tall

This was never about the crown — it's the foundation after all

Chorus

Concrete crown, we wear it like armor

Bulldozer sunrise, every war we borrow

Hands up where the dust meets the thunder

This is how a king gets built under

Concrete crown, we don't need a name

Just the ground beneath us learning to obey