Week 1: Concrete vs Maximus CONCRETE WINS OPEN FOR FEED

Concrete · 11-12-2020, 05:13 PM

"Stepping Stones"

raised on downtrodden rock-bottom sorrow streets
seeing through half empty bottles a drowning need
beneath dry concrete merely seeds of greed blossom
bleeding my pockect dry at every end means bottom
the good one long gone bad as the world looked glum
actualized by redrum and bedlam - enter the hoodlum
desperate need to escape the filthy cheap estates
envisioning the almighty dollar in a dreamy state
letting my people die is a fact as I provided the crack
just to make it to that other side of the tracks

made it across, even got a job and obeyed the boss
saved a prayer for the lost while I had to pay the cost
whether grit under my fingernails or deliver mail
steady aim for bigger gains and rock silver chains
my mind instilled the frame to totally win the game
a sinners claim, let the devil decieve and trick my brain
that mansion on the hill one day my grandsons could live
further expansion of skills, broking shady financial deals
waiting for any chance to appear to advance my career
got that promotion and I didn't even glance at my peers

human being in charge, living large and making waves
sweet like baking cake, let the depraved take the weight
abominable office rats gone astray in this great maze
competing to eat that sweet cheese, my wage slaves
making my payday, fuck em, I paved the way to profit
let em get played in my office, every complaint is forfeit
yet, with covetous eyes I observe the towers in the sky
skies is the limit, why - aint letting my power be denied

only the strong survive, gazing down on the city of steel
being supreme I committed to be - very little pity to feel
furniture made from oakwood, I don't miss the old hood
climbing the corporate ladder - constantly up to no good
simply being that shrewd dude to rudely undermine fools
through all walks of life they were dirt under my shoes

God knows, power triumphs love
cos as above, not so much below

11-12-2020, 05:13 PM	#3
Concrete Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2013 Location: Oslo Posts: 179 Battle Record: 5-0 Rep Power: 2158978	"Stepping Stones" raised on downtrodden rock-bottom sorrow streets seeing through half empty bottles a drowning need beneath dry concrete merely seeds of greed blossom bleeding my pockect dry at every end means bottom the good one long gone bad as the world looked glum actualized by redrum and bedlam - enter the hoodlum desperate need to escape the filthy cheap estates envisioning the almighty dollar in a dreamy state letting my people die is a fact as I provided the crack just to make it to that other side of the tracks made it across, even got a job and obeyed the boss saved a prayer for the lost while I had to pay the cost whether grit under my fingernails or deliver mail steady aim for bigger gains and rock silver chains my mind instilled the frame to totally win the game a sinners claim, let the devil decieve and trick my brain that mansion on the hill one day my grandsons could live further expansion of skills, broking shady financial deals waiting for any chance to appear to advance my career got that promotion and I didn't even glance at my peers human being in charge, living large and making waves sweet like baking cake, let the depraved take the weight abominable office rats gone astray in this great maze competing to eat that sweet cheese, my wage slaves making my payday, fuck em, I paved the way to profit let em get played in my office, every complaint is forfeit yet, with covetous eyes I observe the towers in the sky skies is the limit, why - aint letting my power be denied only the strong survive, gazing down on the city of steel being supreme I committed to be - very little pity to feel furniture made from oakwood, I don't miss the old hood climbing the corporate ladder - constantly up to no good simply being that shrewd dude to rudely undermine fools through all walks of life they were dirt under my shoes God knows, power triumphs love cos as above, not so much below