[Verse]
City breathes steam, potholes like open scars,
Streetlights flicker, blinking Morse to the stars.
Graffiti hieroglyphs, prophets with spray cans,
Sidewalks cracked, veins of this wasteland.
Rats dance on rooftops, kings of the refuse,
Night hums a tune, it’s the concrete blues.
[Chorus]
Jungle made of stone, no lions, just chrome,
Hungry hearts roam, looking for a throne.
Concrete jungle serenade, no escape, no trade,
Just a beat and a blade, living life on parade.
[Verse 2]
Subways groan deep, tunnels swallowing time,
Dreams sold wholesale, nickel bags and dimes.
Shadows whisper secrets, alleys hold their crimes,
Sirens sing lullabies, city’s twisted rhymes.
From corner hustlers to skyscraper kings,
We all pawns in the game, tied to invisible strings.
[Chorus]
Jungle made of stone, no lions, just chrome,
Hungry hearts roam, looking for a throne.
Concrete jungle serenade, no escape, no trade,
Just a beat and a blade, living life on parade.
[Bridge]
Sewer rivers run thick, truth buried in grime,
Clock hands stuck, they choke on time.
Skyline laughs cruel, teeth of glass and steel,
City swallows dreams, spits out what’s real.
[Chorus]
Jungle made of stone, no lions, just chrome,
Hungry hearts roam, looking for a throne.
Concrete jungle serenade, no escape, no trade,
Just a beat and a blade, living life on parade.