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Concrete lungs, I inhale that hell

Concrete Lungs (I inhale that hell) by John Castle. Realised by Express Musik (420 Record). Released on: 16.1.2026 Producer: John Castle Producer: Express Music (420 Records) Beatproduktion: Express Music (420 Records) Associated Performer, Vocals: Jamail Author: John Castle Composer Lyricist: John Castle, Express Music (420 Records) Master: Jamail Studio Personnel, Mixer: Express Music (420 Records), Jamail Support us un Instagram: / @expressmusic-p7i If you want to hear more of our crazy music then subscribe to the channel "Express Music" and like the Video to Support our channel. I thank every subscriber and supporter of the channel. Lyrics of this Song: (Intro) Concrete lungs, I inhale that hell, City raised me, every breath a cell. No peace, no sleep, just hunger and rage, I was born in a cage, now I’m tearing the cage. Concrete lungs, heart full of lead, I don’t fear death, I been dead in my head. No saviors coming, no angels above, Only fists, only fire, only blood in the mud. I grew up where hope get buried alive, Where dreams OD before they ever survive. Sirens scream louder than prayers at night, And the wrong choice once can end your whole life. I seen kids with halos turn wolves in a year, Seen smiles disappear when the hunger get near. Trust is a myth, love is a setup, Streets don’t forgive, they only collect up. Every corner a lesson, every loss a receipt, If you soft, you a target, you food for the weak. I learned pain ain’t loud, it sit in your chest, Like a bomb with a timer, no time left to rest. Concrete lungs, I inhale that hell, City raised me, every breath a cell. No peace, no sleep, just hunger and rage, I was born in a cage, now I’m tearing the cage. Concrete lungs, heart full of lead, I don’t fear death, I been dead in my head. No saviors coming, no angels above, Only fists, only fire, only blood in the mud. I don’t talk about demons, I live with ‘em daily, They eat from my plate and they move when I say so. My thoughts get dark when the room get quiet, That’s when the worst parts start a full-on riot. I don’t flex chains, I flex endurance, Survived so much shit, I don’t believe in coincidence. Everybody fake till the pressure apply, Watch ‘em fold real fast when it’s time to comply. I was molded by threats, by hunger, by fear, By nights staring down like “end it right here.” But I stayed, got colder, my soul went numb, Now my voice sound like a loaded gun. No clean hands, no innocent skin, If you live where I’m from, you’re guilty of sin. City carved me sharp, left scars in my brain, Now I bleed on the mic just to deal with the pain. This for the ones who don’t make it to dawn, Who disappear quick and get nobody’s song. For the brothers locked up with time in their eyes, For the mothers still asking God “why?”. I don’t cry no more, tears dried into stone, Heart beat heavy like a war-zone drum. If I love you, I protect you with violence and truth, If I hate you, I erase you — that’s the rules of the youth. I’m not proud, I’m aware, I’m a product of filth, Built from survival, betrayal, and guilt. Every verse is a threat, every bar a confession, I don’t rap for your praise, I rap for redemption. Concrete lungs, I inhale that hell, City raised me, every breath a cell. No peace, no sleep, just hunger and rage, I was born in a cage, now I’m tearing the cage. Concrete lungs, heart full of lead, I don’t fear death, I been dead in my head. No saviors coming, no angels above, Only fists, only fire, only blood in the mud. They say “heal yourself” — where the fuck do I start? When the knife still twisting in the back of my heart. I tried being calm, tried taking the high road, But the low road raised me, that’s all that I know. I keep my circle tight like a noose on my neck, One wrong move and it’s mutual disrespect. Every win feel temporary, losses permanent, Life ain’t fair, it’s just brutally efficient. If I die broke, know I died on my feet, Not begging for mercy, not kissing the street. I’d rather burn loud than fade away clean, I’m a nightmare’s dream, I’m a problem unseen. This ain’t rap, this a document, A file on survival, pain, and consequence. I ain’t here for your comfort, I’m here to expose, What the city really do to your flesh and your soul. If you feel this, you been there too, If you don’t — then this ain’t meant for you. I carry the weight of the dead in my chest, Concrete lungs, still breathing — obsessed. No mercy in the system, no mercy in me, I became what I had to, just to stay free. Concrete lungs, but my will still strong, This ain’t just a song — this my war, my wrongs.