Concrete Jungle Shuffle

Concrete cracks, dreams collapse, streets react,

Broken bottles whisper tales, nights abstract.

City pulse thumps harder than a heart attack,

Every alley got a ghost, shadows interact.

Gold teeth glisten, snakes hissing in the grass,

Fast cash, slow death, futures built to crash.

Skyscrapers lean, gossip in the wind's blast,

Past haunts present, the die's already cast.

Jungle made of bricks, no vines to climb,

Chasing paper planes through the grime, grime, grime.

Hustle 'til the end, on borrowed time,

Concrete jungle shuffle, no rhythm, no rhyme.

Rats on the subway, kings in disguise,

Dollar dreams burning, smoke in the skies.

Graffiti sermons, truth in the lies,

Corner prophets preaching hope with red-rimmed eyes.

Potholes deeper than the promises made,

Youth fades faster where the sunlight's afraid.

Blueprints of chaos, plans poorly laid,

In the jungle of the concrete, every move's a charade.

Midnight whispers, sirens' serenade,

Neon halos flicker, saints masquerade.

The hustle ain't holy, but the bread gotta break,

In the city that never sleeps, no one ever wakes.