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Lyrics
[Verse]
City breathin', concrete squeezin',
Dreams on the block where the rats stay teasin'.
Crumpled bills in the pocket, ambition folded,
Corner store wisdom, the cold world molded.
Siren symphonies hummin' in the night,
Streetlights flicker, shadows pickin' fights.
Bodega cats judge from the milk crate throne,
Home ain't a castle, just bricks and a loan.
[Chorus]
Concrete jungle dreams, they break or they gleam,
Every brick a prayer, every crack a scheme.
Concrete jungle dreams, the hustle supreme,
From the sewers to the skies, ain't no in-between.
[Verse 2]
Pigeons preach gospel on fire escape pews,
Rooftop sermons with skyline views.
Graffiti scriptures, colors spillin' truth,
History drips from the hydrant’s loose tooth.
Subway screech, the anthem of the grind,
Tokens of hope, left behind.
Echoes of laughter, echoes of pain,
Umbrellas up, dodgin' acid rain.
[Bridge]
Barber shop tales, chess moves in the park,
Wisdom exchanged where the streetlights spark.
The wind carries whispers, the stories of the block,
Time moves slow, but the hustle don't stop.
Details
GeneratedSep 8, 2025
Duration3:39
LanguageTL
Style
hard-hitting, gritty beats with vinyl crackle and heavy basslines, rap, boom bap
Credits
Prompt byVibePhaser181
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Rap
