Concrete Jungle Dreams

Concrete jungle, where the shadows creep

Whispers in the alley where the secrets sleep

Broken bottles gleam under flickering lights

City hums a lullaby, no peace tonight

Stacks on my mind, dreams in my pocket

Time ticking faster than a busted wrist rocket

Dodging potholes, chasing that bread

Every step forward feels two steps dead

Dreams in the jungle, they rise, they tumble

Streets don’t mumble, they scream and rumble

Concrete jungle, we fight, we fumble

But we don’t crumble, no, we stay humble

Graffiti sermons on the walls of the train

Stories of the lost, tattooed in pain

Hustle’s the religion, faith in the grind

Eyes on tomorrow, leaving yesterday behind

City full of ghosts, they haunt my zone

Echoes of the past in the dial tone

Payphone ringing, who’s calling my name?

Answering the streets, it’s a dangerous game

Neon halos glow over sinners and saints

Life’s a gallery of crooked oil paints

Walk the tightrope, no safety below

Balance on chaos, let the rhythm flow