Concrete Under My Feet

Lyrics

Verse 1
Don Feliciano
Born in Mozambique
Dreams in my pocket
Concrete under my feet
Mama’s radio humming through power cuts
I learned rhythm before I learned how to trust
With music I conquered half of my streets
The other half nodded when bass met the beats

Pre-Chorus
Ted told me
“Steve
Just focus”
Like he wasn’t chasing his own echo
Hassan’s the friend who never listens
Talks through my lines
Lost in his visions
But we still love him
He’s family now
We argue like cousins
Then laugh it out

Chorus
Concrete under my feet
Still I rise
Still I sing on this block
Every doubt
Every “you’ll never be”
Turned to crowd hands high when it drops
From the cuts in the power
To the nights that we barely could eat
I kept a song in my mouth
In my sleeve
Concrete under my feet

Verse 2
Hand-me-down sneakers
Size too small
Still I ran faster than the fear of it all
Old church speakers on the corner stall
Turned one cracked mic to a miracle
They called me crazy
Said “boy
Just quit”
But they dance now to the name they dismissed

Pre-Chorus
Ted calling
“bro
Stay focused”
Still chasing light that only he knows
Hassan late
But he brings that joy
Wrong on the timing
Right in the soul
We fight like brothers
Then share one plate
This little tribe that the music made

Chorus
Concrete under my feet
Still I rise
Still I sing on this block
Every doubt
Every “you’ll never be”
Turned to crowd hands high when it drops
From the cuts in the power
To the nights that we barely could eat
I kept a song in my mouth
In my sleeve
Concrete under my feet

Bridge
From Maputo dust to the bright stage glare (oh yeah)
Carried every name that believed I’d get there
Mama’s old radio playing in my head
Every cracked chorus still keeping me fed

Chorus
Concrete under my feet
Still I rise
Still I sing on this block
Every doubt
Every “you’ll never be”
Turned to crowd hands high when it drops
From the cuts in the power
To the nights that we barely could eat
I kept a song in my mouth
In my sleeve
Concrete under my feet