Concrete Jungle Dreams

Lyrics

[Verse] Subway rats play tag with the trash, Corner store dreams, but the hope don’t last. Brownstones stacked like Tetris blocks, Heat off the manhole, ticking clocks. Graffiti whispers on the project walls, Echoes of hustlers dodging late-night calls. [Chorus] Concrete jungle, streets don’t sleep, Dreams get caught where the shadows creep. Hustle through the fog, keep your soul intact, New York nights, ain't no turning back. [Verse 2] Pigeon wings flap where the skyline bleeds, Broadway lights clash with the dealer’s needs. Cabs screamin', horns like a war cry, From the penthouse view to the cold curbside. Dollar slices, dreams served cold, Gutter gold stories that’ll never be told. [Prechorus] Steam from the grates, whispers rise, City never blinks, keeps open eyes. [Chorus] Concrete jungle, streets don’t sleep, Dreams get caught where the shadows creep. Hustle through the fog, keep your soul intact, New York nights, ain't no turning back. [Bridge] Rooftops sing with the siren’s wail, Legends carved in the brick, street tale. Chains swing heavy where the lights don’t shine, Freedom’s a myth when the grind’s your shrine.