Concrete King - Dwight D. Eisenhower

They sent me to war... I came back with a vision.
Concrete veins... iron resolve... I built the bloodlines of a nation.

Born from the dust of Abilene’s plain,
Five-star general, I carried the name.
Stormed through Europe, shattered the Reich—
Then brought that power back stateside.

Saw your roads cracked, saw your wheels stall,
So I drafted a network to unite us all.
Forty-eight states, I stitched 'em tight—
Made your future roll on steel and might.

I paved the American dream, mile after mile,
With thunder in my pen and war in my smile.
I'm the architect of asphalt, the nation's spine—
Ride on my highways, you're riding on mine.

I am the goddamn Emperor of Concrete.
Eisenhower—your freeway king.

From tanks in the Ardennes to the Motor City,
I saw what moved men and made 'em gritty.
The autobahn whispered, the convoy screamed,
So I drafted a system from memory and steam.

No more backroads dragging your will—
I carved open arteries, iron and steel.
Coast to coast, I brought command—
With each stretch of road, I shaped this land.

I paved the American dream, in postwar fire,
My vision fueled the engine of desire.
I'm the general of gridlines, the tamer of sprawl—
Every exit sign, you owe it to Ike’s call.

I am the sovereign of speed and strength.
Eisenhower—king of the lane-length.

No detour. No delay.
I built your tomorrow my way.
Steel-ribbed resolve, I laid it thick—
The American way rides Eisenhower’s brick.

I paved the American dream, straight through the dust,
From freedom’s bones and Cold War rust.
Built you a nation you could drive and trust—
So salute the man behind the bust.

I am the goddamn highway czar—
Eisenhower.
Supreme.
Unscarred.