Concrete Jungle Kings

City buzz louder than a broken mic hiss,

Steel beasts roam, iron fangs won't miss,

Concrete veins pump dreams through the cracks,

Street symphony hummin', no strings attached.

Jungle where the kings wear crowns of chrome,

Thrones built on rubble, no place called home,

Echoes in the alleys, stories carved in stone,

Concrete jungle, where the wild hearts roam.

Pavement hot, scorchin' the soles of the lost,

Every move calculated, every gamble costs,

Graffiti scriptures on the walls of despair,

Prophecies of struggle, painted in the air.

Moonlit shadows, silhouettes on the grind,

Chasin' fleeting futures, tryna rewind time,

Basslines thumpin', heartbeat of the block,

Rhythm of survival, the tickin' of the clock.

Jungle where the kings wear crowns of chrome,

Thrones built on rubble, no place called home,

Echoes in the alleys, stories carved in stone,

Concrete jungle, where the wild hearts roam.

Chain-link fences, dreams caught in the mesh,

Truths hidden deep, under layers of flesh,

Neon lights flicker, false promises glow,

Street tales unravel, everybody know.