Concrete Jungle Tales

[Verse]
Brick walls whisper, the city's got a pulse
Cabs scream murder, potholes crack skulls
Corner store prophets, preaching lotto dreams
Broken streetlights, shadow puppet schemes

Man with a cart, cans clanging like bells
Dogs bark warnings, alleyway smells
Cracks in the pavement, maps to the lost
Every block a gamble, dice life, coin toss

[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, where the weak crumble
Voices echo, in the urban rumble
Streets don’t sleep, they mumble and grumble
Concrete jungle, stumble or humble

[Verse 2]
Graffiti sermons, sprayed hieroglyphs
Wall speaks louder than fists or myths
Fire hydrants crying, sidewalks sweat
Chasing that paper, only pay’s debt

Radio static, a preacher’s lament
Preach sin, sell redemption, dollars get spent
Park bench thrones, kings without crowns
City don’t love you, it just hands downs

[Bridge]
Subway ghosts, riding steel veins
Tracks hum dirges, sorrow remains
Clock towers mocking, tick-tock games
Living for tomorrow, yesterday's chains