Скачать или смотреть Melanin & Concrete | A Deep R&B Story of Growing Up Black in America 🇺🇸

This isn't just a song; it's a reality for millions. "Melanin & Concrete" is a 3-stage R&B/Soul journey exploring the lifecycle of a Black man in America. From the loss of innocence in childhood ("The Talk"), to the dangers of being profiled in youth, and finally, the heavy burden of the corporate "mask" in adulthood.

This track captures the exhaustion, the resilience, and the soul of the struggle using deep storytelling lyrics and Neo-Soul vibes.

🎵 Song Structure: 0:00 - Intro 0:15 - Stage 1: Childhood (The Loss of Innocence) 1:20 - Stage 2: Youth (The Target) 2:45 - Stage 3: Adulthood (The Cycle) (Please update these timestamps based on your final audio length)

🎧 Lyrics:

Yeah... Just listen... It starts way back...

Childhood] Back when I was knee-high, runnin’ the block Just a little shorty with a plastic glock Playin’ cops and robbers, feelin’ free ‘Til Mama snatched me up, screamin’, "Look at me!" She had fear in her eyes, gripped my shoulders tight Said, "Baby boy, you ain't got the privilege to fight." Told me, "Don't wear that hood when the sun goes down And if you see the Five-O, don't you make a sound." I was just tryna play, didn't know the cost That was the day my innocence was lost

It’s a heavy crown we wear, yeah, this skin is deep Prayin’ the Lord my soul to keep Runnin’ from the shadows even in the light Just tryna breathe, but they holdin’ it tight From the playground to the pavement, the struggle don't fade Livin’ in the bed that history made

Now I’m sixteen, cruisin’ in the whip with my crew See them blue lights flashin’, panic comin’ through Hands on the dash, don’t make a sudden move One wrong twitch and I got nothin’ left to prove They see a thug, they see a threat, they don't see a kid Judged for the crimes that I never even did My homie got locked up, trapped in the system’s cage Just another statistic on a dusty page I’m code-switchin’ daily just to stay alive Hustlin’ on the corner, just tryna survive

It’s a heavy crown we wear, yeah, this skin is deep Prayin’ the Lord my soul to keep Runnin’ from the shadows even in the light Just tryna breathe, but they holdin’ it tight From the playground to the pavement, the struggle don't fade Livin’ in the bed that history made

Got the degree, got the suit and the tie But I still feel the tension when they walk by Sittin’ in the boardroom, mask on my face Workin’ twice as hard just to keep the same pace

Adulthood] Now I come home weary, world heavy on my chest Lookin’ at my son, layin’ down to rest He looks just like me, pure and unaware And I gotta teach him life ain't fair The cycle spins around, yeah, it never ends I’m sayin’ the same words my mama said back then

Hands where they can see... Just tryna breathe... Yeah, just tryna breathe... Keep your head up, young king.

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