Concrete Jungle Dreams

Lights flicker, streets whisper tales of the night,

Concrete giants under the city lights,

Never sleep, always moving, shadows in the fight.

From the Bronx to Brooklyn, the code is real,

Big city heart, got that old school zeal,

Clubs shake, dance for dollars, it's the deal,

Gangster moves, silent talks, the street's seal.

Tatted tears, rolling deep, in Manhattan's maze,

Low profile, eyes on the prize, always a phase.

Felony trunk, Long Island's own, play the game,

Starting wars for pay, reputation, the name.

Empire State stands tall, a fortress proud,

Mob walking the blocks, got that iconic cloud,

Suits and ties, but the real know the sound,

Concrete jungles where legends are crowned.

This is New York, where the brave take their shot,

City of dreams, and the streets never forgot,

Moving hard, making deals, giving all they got,

In the heart of the city, where the real hot.

Queens moves hard, Brooklyn different, Bronx tough,

Long Island's silence, Nassau's soft enough,

Suffolk's poised, but ready, 'cause the streets bluff,

Statue watching, candle light, city's life rough.

City that never sleeps, nor forgets,

Every corner, a story, every face, a bet,

From dawn to dusk, the hustle never sets,

New York, my home, my silhouette.