Concrete Heart

Yo, check the mic, one, two, this ain't no boastful rhyme

It's the story of a brother etched in the scars of time

Born black in a world of judged before he knew my name

Raised in shadows, drilled by fear of flickering flame

My father a king in his own twisted mind ruled by rage

His love a fist, his words a whip, turning a new page

I've heard him pain, he chopped them off with bruises

Deeper, silenced cream, trapped inside secrets I would keep

He preached about respect, but showed none in return

Leaving me broken, shattered constantly to learn