Concrete Jungle

City slicker swagger, concrete the cologne

Streetlights hum symphonies, saxophones of stone

Manhole steamin’, dreams seepin’ through the cracks

Hungry wolves on the prowl, watchin’ your back

Skyscraper teeth bite the clouds, spit rain

Subway sermons preach gospel to the stained

Graffiti prophets leave scriptures on the bricks

Gold chains swingin’, time tickin’, playin’ tricks

Concrete jungle, the wild never sleeps

Echoes in the alleys, the grind cuts deep

Concrete jungle, where we chase, where we creep

Livin' for the hustle, promises we keep

Pigeons plot schemes on statues, wings flexin’

Corner stores, neon halos, flexin’ recession

Pocket lint riches, lotto dreams in the folds

Hustle or be hustled, the mantra never gets old

Hot dog carts and cold ambitions collide

Broadway shadows where the desperate confide

Cardboard kingdoms, kings with crowns of dust

Trust is currency, and everyone’s bankrupt

Fire hydrants burst like the city’s veins

Sirens sing blues through shattered windowpanes

Chasin’ shadows, dodgin’ shadows, playin’ the odds

The streets are the preacher, the pavement my god