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​[Intro]
​(Sound of a police siren in the distance, a lighter flicking)
Yeah...
You see it, but you don't live it.
The concrete don't talk back, it just absorbs the blood.
Check it.
​[Verse 1]
​Wake up to the rhythm of the sirens, another morning blues
Dead men on the pavement, that’s the front page news
The block is a furnace, we’re just tryna keep it cool
While the preacher’s talkin' heaven, we’re just breakin' every rule.
​I seen the hunger turn a brother to a cold-blooded snake
For a stack of dirty hundreds, yeah, whatever it’s gonna take
The corner store is crowded, but the fridge at home is bare
In the shadow of the projects, man, nobody’s playin' fair.
​We paint the town red, but it’s never with a brush
Life is movin' fast, yeah, it’s always in a rush
From the cradle to the cage, or the coffin in the ground
That’s the cycle of the ghetto, that’s the way the world goes 'round.
​[Chorus]
​In the concrete jungle, where the lions don’t sleep
We’re just tryna find a way, keep our secrets buried deep
It’s a war zone, baby, see the smoke up in the sky
In the land of the forgotten, where the legends never die.
(Yeah, they never die...)
[Drop]
​[Verse 2]
​Mama’s eyes are heavy, she’s been prayin' on her knees
While the dealers on the strip are sellin' bags of counterfeit ease
The system’s got a grip, yeah, it’s built to see us fail
Between the unemployment line and a bunk inside the jail.
​I got brothers in the dirt, I got brothers on the run
Tryna chase a golden future with the barrel of a gun
The streetlights flicker like a heartbeat on its last
Tryna run toward the light while we’re haunted by the past.
​But look at my eyes, you see the fire, not the fear
I’m the product of the struggle, and I’m still standin' here
From the gutter to the greatness, yeah, I’m climbin' out the hole
They can chain my hands together, but they’ll never take my soul.
​[Chorus]
[Drop]
​In the concrete jungle, where the lions don’t sleep
We’re just tryna find a way, keep our secrets buried deep
It’s a war zone, baby, see the smoke up in the sky
In the land of the forgotten, where the legends never die.
​[Outro]
​Keep your head up.
Even the roses grow through the cracks in the sidewalk.
Real talk.
[drop brutal]

[instru]

techno hardcore brutal type industriel trap    150 bpm