Skyline Grit

The concrete heart still beating, echoing a Kingston drum.
From Brixton's broken walkways, see how far we've overcome.
They built their walls around us, thought we'd never reach the height,
But our roots run deep as bedrock, claiming every patch of light.

[Chorus]
Skyline grit, that's how we're built.
Heavy as concrete, a new world's tilt.
We rise. We reign.

They talk of hidden power, within these chosen few,
But we've etched our own foundation, strong and fiercely true.
Felt the phantom limb ache, for a home we left behind,
Now we carve our name in the city's stone, leaving no one undefined.
Watched the crumbling facades, from our rebar throne so high,
Every gargoyle grins beside me, as the old empires die.

[Chorus]
Skyline grit, that's how we're built.
Heavy as concrete, a new world's tilt.
We rise. We reign.

[Bridge]
From the hot sun's glare, to the cold rain's sting,
My ancestor's rhythm, still makes my spirit sing.
This ground beneath my sneakers, is where my legacy starts,
A defiant kind of beauty, etched in concrete hearts.

[Outro]
Skyline grit... yeah, we reign...
Built from stone... again...