Concrete Jungle Dreams

Stuck in the concrete, where the jungle breathes,

Dreams get crushed like fallen leaves.

Chain so heavy, neck might fold,

City so cold, hearts turned to gold.

Streetlights buzz, hum a sinister hymn,

Every corner a gamble, odds always slim.

Blocks talk secrets, whispers in the wind,

Loyalty? A dice roll—rarely your kin.

Concrete jungle, where the shadows creep,

Wide awake, no time to sleep.

Concrete jungle, chasing schemes,

Stacking paper, living dreams.

Brick walls taller than ambition's climb,

Pockets stay empty but rich with grime.

Police sirens, symphonies of the night,

Hope's a flicker, barely holding light.

Drip so clean, but the soul’s all stained,

Umbrella of pain, walking through the rain.

Snakes in the grass, can’t hear them hiss,

Success a mirage, still chasing bliss.

Concrete jungle, where the shadows creep,

Wide awake, no time to sleep.

Concrete jungle, chasing schemes,

Stacking paper, living dreams.