Concrete Jungle

[Intro] Yeah… This ain’t for the faint-hearted. It’s for the ones who lived it, survived it, or still trapped in it. Let’s go… [Verse 1] Concrete jungle, no mercy in the zone, Where the powder’s on the table and the steel’s fully grown, Every handshake’s loaded, every eye got a code, And the youngins learn the hustle before they learn to be old. Late nights, cold sweats, paranoia in the veins, Mama prayin’ for her baby while he’s dancin’ in the flames, Fast cash, slow death, every step is a risk, And the devil’s in the rhythm when you movin’ with the bricks. [Hook] In the jungle, we survive or we fall, Every corner got a story, every name on the wall, No peace, just sirens and the echo of the call, When the drugs feed the hunger and the violence stands tall. [Verse 2] He was thirteen, first hit, numb to the pain, By sixteen, he was deep, couldn’t see through the rain, Got a strap in his hoodie, got a pack in his jeans, And his dreams turned to ashes in the cracks of the scene. No love, just war, every bond gets tested, And the ones who show emotion get marked and arrested, It’s a cycle, a trap, with no exit in sight, Only way to see the sun is to walk through the night. [Hook] In the jungle, we survive or we fall, Every corner got a story, every name on the wall, No peace, just sirens and the echo of the call, When the drugs feed the hunger and the violence stands tall. [Bridge] This ain’t a flex, it’s a cry from the soul, For the ones in the struggle, tryna climb from the hole, If you listen, hear the truth in the beat, It’s the sound of the streets, where the angels don’t sleep. [Outro] So if you walk through the fire, keep your head to the sky, Let the scars be your armor, let the pain testify, ‘Cause the jungle don’t forgive, but it teaches you to fight, And the ones who make it out are the ones who find light. [Doubletime Flow] Shots ring, block sting, sirens in the mist, Every handshake’s loaded, every promise got a twist, Life’s cheap, dreams bleed, loyalty’s a myth, And the powder on the table got ‘em dancin’ with the cliff. No sleep, paranoia creepin’ in the veins, Every corner got a story, every echo got a name, Hustle for the bread, but it’s soaked in the pain, And the devil’s in the details when you playin’ in the game. Fast talk, mask off, truth never sells, Only fiction in the mirror when you livin’ through the hells, Chain smoke, brain broke, heart cold as wells, And the silence in the cell got ‘em wishin for the bells. I spit for the fallen, for the ones in the grind, For the soul in the struggle tryna rewrite the design, This ain’t flex, it’s a mirror, a rhythm in rhyme, Let the beat be the sermon, let the verse be the sign.