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[Verse]
Concrete jungle, shadow cast by the steeple
Broken needles, life’s a movie, we the extras, not the sequel
Potholes swallowing dreams whole, an asphalt cathedral
Cigarette sermons, smoke spirals turning medieval

Loose change jangling, pockets with the echo
City symphony—train screech, a broken ghetto
Graffiti hieroglyphs, prophets wrote in Krylon
Moonlight glints off shards, broken Zion

[Chorus]
It’s the reverie, the reverie, dreams on a string
Concrete melody, echoes that sting
It’s the reverie, the reverie, stories that cling
When the city sings, when the city sings

[Verse 2]
Cracked payphones whisper secrets of the block
Cold winters biting, time frozen on the clock
Cobblestones narrate tales, forgotten footsteps
Pigeons plotting, their wings mimic dubstep

Cardboard kings holding court on the curb
Liquor store choirs hum a hymn in every word
Hustle’s eternal, hands callused by the grind
Mirror shards in puddles reflect fractured minds

[Bridge]
Corner-store lights flicker Morse code truths
Lyrical loops laced tight, no silver spoons
Rusty gates creak harmonies with a boom-bap sway
Bodega cats nodding to the beats that play

Keep Hustlin' (feat. E-40 & Too Short)

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