This is the concrete jungle

On these streets where the wind carries dust and old rumors,
Every day is a fight, no time for late bloomers.
Watch your six, my G, keep your ear to the ground,
'Cause even a shadow can make a sharp sound.
We grew up where the asphalt just melts from the heat,
Where a dream is a gamble, not a gift or a treat.
Among concrete slabs, where the echoes catch screams,
We're carving our own path, chasing our sunbeams.

They say hope is the last thing to die, but right here...
It's barely breathing under the weight of the fear.
Every new sunrise is a new round, a new chance,
To break out of the cycle, catch a stellar advance.

This is the concrete jungle, it's got its own laws,
Where truth and lies are swapping thrones without a pause.
Under the neon glow, in a cloud of cigarette haze,
We write our own lives, leaving a trail in this maze.
This is the concrete jungle, every man for himself,
But we stick together, putting faith on the shelf.
Through the cracks in the concrete, a flower will grow,
This is our manifesto, our life's vital flow.

Sirens howl like wolves at a moon made of glass,
The system's a press, but our will is first class.
They see us as numbers, just lines in a report,
But in every heart beats a flame of a different sort.
They teach us to be silent, but we scream with our beats,
We'll tell the whole story through our lyrical feats.
'Bout the ones who didn't make it, and the ones still in the fight,
For every single soul that was lost to the night.

Sometimes I look at the sky, through the smog and the haze,
Searching for answers, lost in a self-deceiving daze.
But then I look in the eyes of my brothers and sisters,
And I know that our fire burns brighter than any blisters.
We are the voice of the streets, we are the salt of this earth,
And as long as we're united, we know our true worth.

This is the concrete jungle, it's got its own laws,
Where truth and lies are swapping thrones without a pause.
Under the neon glow, in a cloud of cigarette haze,
We write our own lives, leaving a trail in this maze.
This is the concrete jungle, every man for himself,
But we stick together, putting faith on the shelf.
Through the cracks in the concrete, a flower will grow,
This is our manifesto, our life's vital flow.

Straight from the heart of the block...
For everyone who never gives up...
Remember your roots...