Concrete Jungle Dreams

Shadows creep, skyline sharp like a razor,

Concrete beast, streets cold, ain't no savior,

Potholes swallow dreams, spit out danger,

Fists clinch tight, life treats you like a stranger.

Corner store symphonies, echoes of the grind,

Chasing paper trails, but the truth hard to find,

Hustlers' hymn sung beneath flickering signs,

Broken clocks tick, but we still outta time.

City lights blink, Morse code for the lost,

Pay the toll daily, this the ultimate cost,

Dreams ride high, but the ground's where we tossed,

In this jungle of steel, where kings get embossed.

Graffiti sermons written on the walls of despair,

Broken glass choir sings in polluted air,

Midnight’s orchestra, sirens wail and flare,

Survival's a song, harmonized with a prayer.

Subway preacher, voice rough, truth untamed,

Preaching 'bout a system that's crooked, unclaimed,

Turnstiles spin, a dance in poverty's name,

Hoping for the glory, but the struggle remains.

Final bow on a stage where the actors don’t leave,

Play your part, even when your heart don't believe,

City's a canvas, painted with pain and reprieve,

Write my story in the cracks before I grieve.