Built from the bottom, no ladder, no lift,
Just grit and a dream I refused to quit.
Mama said "pray," Pops said "work,"
God said "move," so I rose from the dirt.
Got blood in my verses, rust on my pen,
Turnin’ losses into sermons again.
I’m concrete-born, no silk in my seams,
Every crack just proof I bleed dreams.
They said I’d drown in that blue-collar fate,
Now I surf that wave with a gold-plated plate.
Had pain for breakfast, doubt for lunch,
Now success taste bitter, but I like that punch.

Cement wings, yeah, I still fly slow,
Heavy from the past, but I let that go.
Built my throne outta rebar soul,
Ain’t no sky too thick for a heart this cold.
Cement wings, can’t clip my grind,
Even gravity respect this mind.
From the dirt to divine, I bring,
The rise of a man with cement wings.

I don’t talk tough — I talk truth,
Made peace with pain in the same booth.
Every scar got a verse, every tear a hook,
Every prayer a risk that I still took.
My roots don’t flex — they hold,
My hustle don’t age — it’s gold.
Still that kid with a notebook grin,
Turned broke nights into dopamine spins.
Ain’t fame I chase, it’s legacy’s grin,
Ain’t heaven I need, just to die fulfilled in sin.
Bar for bar, I’m Bible and blade,
Every line baptized in what I paid.

Cement wings, yeah, I still fly slow,
Heavy from the past, but I let that go.
Built my throne outta rebar soul,
Ain’t no sky too thick for a heart this cold.
Cement wings, can’t clip my grind,
Even gravity respect this mind.
From the dirt to divine, I bring,
The rise of a man with cement wings.

Every “no” just built my tone,
Every crack turned into stone.
Talk slick, I spit armor —
Flow cleaner than a preacher’s karma.
I ain’t scared of fame or fallin’,
The crown too heavy for the ones just talkin’.
This ain’t rap — it’s survival art,
Michelangelo with a mechanic’s heart.
From 9-to-5 to 16s tight,
I clock in rhythm and bleed insight.
If the world don’t lift, I’ll lift myself,
If God don’t call, I’ll ring that bell.

Cement wings, yeah, I still fly slow,
Heavy from the past, but I let that go.
Built my throne outta rebar soul,
Ain’t no sky too thick for a heart this cold.
Cement wings, can’t clip my grind,
Even gravity respect this mind.
From the dirt to divine, I bring,
The rise of a man with cement wings.

Ain’t light enough to float,
But I’m strong enough to soar.