[Verse]

Concrete veins pump life through the block,

Graffiti murals tell tales on the rock.

Pigeons play lookout, rooftops talk,

Shadow moves slick, tick-tock on the clock.



Lungs full of smog, dreams in a fog,

Whispers in the alley, echo through the bog.

Plastic bag tumbleweed, corner-store creed,

Cops on the prowl, folks plantin' seeds.



[Chorus]

Jungle made of stone, hear the growl in the air,

Echoes of the hustle, you can feel it everywhere.

Step by step, through the grind and the glare,

It's a jungle out here, it's a jungle out here.



[Verse 2]

Manhole steam like the city's exhale,

Stories in the cracks, every brick got a tale.

Rats scurry by, in their suits and ties,

While the corner boy dreams with fire in his eyes.



Chain-link fences, sneakers hang high,

Markers write scriptures where the truth won't die.

Streetlights flicker, heartbeat quicker,

Chasing that paper, dreams grow thicker.



[Bridge]

Distant sirens wail, a hymn of despair,

But hope rides low in the midnight air.

From the curb to the stoop, from the stoop to the sky,

This jungle’s alive, this jungle won’t lie.

Concrete Jungle Chronicles

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