TOUCH CONCRETE — Rare Scrilla ft. DJPEPE & Wanda Wojak
The internet knows what you like before you do. Cameras on the street. Ears in your phone. Algorithms feeding you a version of yourself. Every move leaves a trail.
TOUCH CONCRETE is about remembering there was a world before the addicitve feed and making sure there’s still one after it.
A short story about surveillance, algorithms, digital identity, freedom with fine print, and what happens when the internet starts feeling more real than reality.
Listen/Watch this song 100 times and then go Touch Concrete.
Lyrics:
[HOOK]
Touch concrete, where there's no delete key
On the net or in the street, I’ma do me
Ten toes down, no surrender, no retreat
If everybody got a price, then mine’s too steep
Touch concrete, put the phone on sleep
Touch concrete, where the real ones meet
Touch concrete, still dirt on the sneaks
Whole world at my fingertips, still outta reach
[VERSE]
I was raised by my moms, she was workin’ three jobs
Before we got tracked, before cameras and Flock
Now the data get leaked, every password got breached
They call watching you safety, put a camera on the street
Every move leave a trail, every word get received
Freedom came with fine print that nobody ever reads
Magic with the ball, but the game still fixed
Half jock, lil’ street - Kenny Powers, Freeway Rick
Your feed got eyes, and your phone got ears
Everybody tough when nobody get near
Algorithm got you mad, clickbait keep you fed
Fourth Turning almost up, internet dead
Don’t feed me my taste, I was diggin’ through crates
‘Fore my phone knew my likes, what I bought, what I ate
Fuck it - hit the woods with a half-ounce of shrooms
I’ma talk to God while you play one in your room
Written & produced by Rare Scrilla
Featuring DJPEPE & Wanda Wojak