[Verse]
City hums louder than a diesel in a race,
Skyscraper shadows giving moonlight a chase.
Concrete veins pumping, life in every crack,
Graffiti hieroglyphics, history on the track.
[Chorus]
Jungle made of bricks, symphony of the street,
Drums from the soles of a thousand stomping feet.
Echoes in the alleys, whispers through the walls,
The city's got a rhythm that forever calls.
[Verse 2]
Pavement dreams, tightrope walkers on the grind,
Silver coins flipping, two faces intertwined.
Subway sermons preaching through the rattle and the roar,
Million stories rise from a millionth floor.
[Bridge]
Traffic horns blending with a saxophone cry,
Streetlight halos shining, kissing the sky.
From corner poets spitting, to the kids on the stoop,
The city sings a song, and we all in the loop.
[Chorus]
Jungle made of bricks, symphony of the street,
Drums from the soles of a thousand stomping feet.
Echoes in the alleys, whispers through the walls,
The city's got a rhythm that forever calls.
[Verse 3]
Neon veins pumping through the heart of the dark,
Street art tattoos where the soul leaves its mark.
Ladders made of fire escapes climbing up dreams,
In the concrete jungle, nothing’s as it seems.