concrete bloom 2

Yeah, the blue light's gone, the sun hit the bricks,

Woke up with the city, no more magic tricks.

Coffee in the cup, smoke rising to the sky,

Watched the night fade right in front of my eye.

G minor in the rear view, major key today,

Pushed the heavy clouds and the static all away.

The street sweepers cleaning up the mess we left behind,

Got a fresh slate, new rhythm in my mind.

Concrete bloom, yeah, a flower in the crack,

Step into the light, ain't no looking back.

We survived the lobby, we survived the screen,

Now we moving forward in this life's routine

Yeah. The Blue Hour is over.

Welcome to the morning

Yeah, blue light gone, now the sunrise hit hard

Slept two hours with the TV still on

Ash on the hoodie, coffee gone cold

Still got a little bit of hate in my soul

Window half cracked, hear the buses outside

City waking up while I'm dead in the eyes

Last night felt like fistfights and sirens

This morning feel quiet but the rage still hiding

G minor in the rearview, switch lanes

Whole life went left but I still maintained

Had to let the wreck burn out on its own

Now the smoke clear slow while I drive back home

Street sweep clean where we broke ourselves down

Same old blocks but they different right now

Concrete bloom where the rainwater drip

Came up from the mud with a pain-made grip

I don't want revenge, I want peace and distance

But part of me still want names and vengeance

Still replay conversations in my head

Still got ghosts in the hall by the bed

New day, same scars, fresh air though

Heart still heavy but the head move careful

Sun hit gold on the side of the train

Felt good for a second then I thought of the pain

We survived the silence, survived bad habits

Survived fake love and the self-made damage

Now the city's alive and the sky turn orange

But the anger still live somewhere deep in the storage

Fast walk, headphones, downtown morning

Half healed, half numb, still transforming

Used to want the world just to prove I existed

Now I just want calm when the room get twisted

Blue Hour gone, now the day move clearer

Finally recognize my face in the mirror

Still got war in me, still got scars to discover

But I made it through the night, now the morning recover

Yeah

The Blue Hour over

Welcome to the morning

But don't act like the night ain't still inside me

concrete bloom 1

Yeah, the blue light's gone, the sun hit the bricks,

Woke up with the city, no more magic tricks.

Coffee in the cup, smoke rising to the sky,

Watched the night fade right in front of my eye.

G minor in the rear view, major key today,

Pushed the heavy clouds and the static all away.

The street sweepers cleaning up the mess we left behind,

Got a fresh slate, new rhythm in my mind.

Concrete bloom, yeah, a flower in the crack,

Step into the light, ain't no looking back.

We survived the lobby, we survived the screen,

Now we moving forward in this life's routine

Yeah. The Blue Hour is over.

Welcome to the morning.

Reminisce

While the Bard tends the wounds

The bartender pours a drink

IPA got me “In-PAin” again

Heart locked in a cage I made

IPA, I-Pain, sip slow in the dark

Bard with the bars, big scars on the heart

Build high, break down, stay when it gets too hard

IPA in my veins, young Bard in the park

IPA, cold glass, smoke clouds in the yard

Bard sings blues while the world fall apart

Built mine just to burn every brick that I carved

IPA nights, all pain for the Bard

Bard with the bars in the back booth

Sad songs, black hoodie, cracked tooth

IPA in the pint glass, past due

Bad moods, half-truths, black boots

Static on the tv

Static on the walls

Ecstatic for what I feel

Optimistic on your fall

But I know dog you shouldn't blame it all on the call or the misses of these words

They are here to fill the voids that you created with your swords.

But not because you're leaving my soul got punched a hole,

It's the things you took away with you

That kinda make me want to lose control

As a whole, as a man, as a nothing-with-ideas

That the drama splinters like crackling fire on your freezing fears

The ordeals, or the noise of my mind just switching gears

Like a tank or a leopard you won't get to see me near

But the booms and the baps will constantly remind you

That the raps and this trap is all I had to do

And if you had a question

I'm not sure of the response

Would you take this piece of silence 

Or would you rather have me suppose

That I can fit any truth into any of these flows

Or that the words we're always saying

Can never really add up to what we disclose

And this closing of the markets is

Just a few minutes away

Or whenever you think that 

There's something else to say 

I can shut them doors be tranquil

"This was just another day"

But the shit you got all on you 

make you wanna come correct, 

bitch I'm talking you're just waiting 

for me to make the bed in which you slept

Don't you worry anymore tho

This life can go and come

I can hide out in the lo lo

You can kick it with the drum 

Or the snares 

in a way 

that make you feel 

like you had Rhum, 

Acting dumb - oh so innocent -

always being on the run.

Drop the cinder on my ego

Behaved that way since the start 

I say come you say go 

Shit, just let it fall apart.

concrete rumble

Step out the frame, the door clicks behind me,

Leaving the screen where the shadows used to find me.

Cold air hits like a palm to the face,

Now I’m just a ghost in a neon-lit space.

Walking the rhythm of a 92 beat,

Counting the cracks in the skin of the street.

The city is a lung and I’m catching the breath,

Somewhere between a new life and a death.

Cabs that glide like sharks in the dark,

Flicker of a light in a desolate park.

I’m a neon ghost, but I’m finally moving,

Nothing to win and there’s nothing left for proving.

Neon ghost, floating through the haze,

Caught in the middle of a concrete maze.

The light is red but I’m moving away,

Another shadow tryna find the break of day.