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The Inheritance - Concrete Roots

The anthem for the resilient. ✊🏾🏙️ "They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds." 🌱 Concrete Roots is more than just a song; it’s a tribute to the hustle, the heritage, and the unbreakable spirit of the streets. From the pavement of the inner city to the global stage, we carry our history in every step. If you’re building your empire from the ground up, this one is for you. Don't let the city harden your soul—let it fuel your growth. #ConcreteRoots #BlackExcellence #OfficialMusicVideo #HustleHard #BlackJoy #FromTheGroundUp #CityVibes #BlackMusic #GlobalSound #NewMusic2026 #HipHopCulture #UrbanStorytelling #MelaninMagic #Ancestry #independentartist Lyrics: I’m pouring expensive wine in a glass that doesn’t chip Looking out a window where the city lights never blink My grandfather’s watch is framed on the velvet wall It doesn’t tick, but it reminds me why I’m standing tall He walked through the fire so I could play in the rain. The dust has settled and turned into garden soil (Choir: "Bless the hands, bless the toil") I’m the harvest of a seed planted in a darker time Wearing freedom like a silk suit, easy and sublime The shadows are gone, but the rhythm remains in my chest. (Choir: "We are the dream, we are the rest") I don't know the weight of a chain or the heat of the field But I know the price of the spirit that refused to yield Sometimes I go to the river just to hear the water speak It tells me stories of a preacher and a dry, ghost-filled creek I’m the answer to a prayer whispered eighty years ago. "They broke the ground... so we could touch the sky." The dust has settled and turned into garden soil (Choir: "Bless the hands, bless the toil") I’m the harvest of a seed planted in a darker time Wearing freedom like a silk suit, easy and sublime The shadows are gone, but the rhythm remains in my chest. "Thanks for the road. I'll take it from here."