Concrete Junglev6

Intro Yeah... Listen close. This ain't a movie, this is the basement. Where the pavement meets the pain. Check it. Verse Grey sky over the project blocks, no sun in sight Streetlights flicker like a promise in the middle of the night Momma workin' double shifts, hands all cracked and sore Tryna keep the rats out, payin' rent, and still keep food behind the door We countin' pennies for the meter, got the heat shut down again Dreams gettin' buried underneath the asphalt and the sin They see the hand-me-downs, the holes in every sneaker They don't see the chess moves, they just call us young street preachers The system built a maze, then they blame us for the chase Gotta hustle for a plate, gotta keep a poker face 'Cause weakness is a target when the wolves run the block One wrong step on the pavement, hear the hammer of the glock. Chorus From the concrete jungle where the asphalt grows We turn our pain to poetry, the only truth we knows No silver spoons, just stainless steel and rust We stackin' up the struggle, turn the pain to trust In this concrete jungle, yeah, the asphalt grows We breathin' through the struggle, everybody knows This is for the corners, for the ones who stay unseen Turnin' broken dreams to gold, paint the city green. Verse Corner store got bars, but we the ones in cage Readin' life between the lines on a torn-out, crumpled page Teacher said I wouldn't make it, said my future's lookin' dim Now I'm spittin' raw reality, my words are for him And for the little brothers watchin' from the fire escape Hopin' they don't end up numbers that the county gotta tape We ain't askin' for a handout, just a level playin' ground But the sirens sing a lullaby, the darkest sound around They profile by the jacket, by the color of the skin Gotta fight the war you're born in, 'fore you ever get to win Every brick in this foundation is a story left untold Survivin' in the winter when the city's gettin' cold. Bridge They don't understand the code. Loyalty over gold. Respect is the only currency. We ain't products of the poverty. We are the answer to the city that forgot our name. We carry the weight of our family's hope... And we ain't lettin' go. Chorus From the concrete jungle where the asphalt grows We turn our pain to poetry, the only truth we knows No silver spoons, just stainless steel and rust We stackin' up the struggle, turn the pain to trust In this concrete jungle, yeah, the asphalt grows We breathin' through the struggle, everybody knows This is for the corners, for the ones who stay unseen Turnin' broken dreams to gold, paint the city green. Outro Yeah... Concrete don't crack under pressure, it just gets harder. We are the roots. Breakin' through the stone. One rhyme at a time. For the block.