Concrete Jungle Tales

City lights buzzing, the block stay alive

Concrete rivers where the lost souls dive

Chalk lines sketch stories, shadows don’t thrive

Dreams hit the curb, man, they barely survive

Steel and stone, where the wild ones roam

Echoes in the alleys, they call it home

Built from the grind, flesh over chrome

Concrete jungle, you stand or you’re gone

Rats run the race, but the cheese ain't real

Hustlers play cards, but the deck don't deal

Fake smiles sharp, cut deeper than steel

Life's a roulette, spin the wheel, no appeal

Tales from the gutter, wisdom in the grime

Truth in the cracks, hidden in the rhyme

Chains on the soul, ticking of the time

Freedom feels close but slips every climb

Streetlights flicker, a Morse code scream

Nightmares stitched in the fabric of dreams

Hustle turned religion, cash rules the theme

But the paper fades quick, tears rip the seams

Steel and stone, where the wild ones roam

Echoes in the alleys, they call it home

Built from the grind, flesh over chrome

Concrete jungle, you stand or you’re gone