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Style: Hip Hop Vocals: English
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(Yeah!) (This is a true story, man) (I'm not kidding, ya know) Lost souls roam the block, talkin’ cold pavement’s gospel City’s a predator, shadows lurk colossal Sirens don’t sing, they just screech and ignore Cops see you drowning, they paddle to shore Graffiti walls scream truths nobody reads Hungry kids chase dreams dodgin’ dirty deeds Skyscrapers loom like cold-hearted gods Careless, stainless, perfection’s façade Die tryin’ or live numb to the sting City a beast, can’t clip its wings Officials claim blind, talk change from thrones But ain’t nobody savin’ broken bones Concrete jungle Streets don’t hug When survival gets tough You won't find love Yo man ... this is the fuckin' truth ... and nothin' but the truth Streetlights blink Morse code, hopeless chatter Dreams shatter faster than the glass they scatter Breath held tight for the next tomorrow But the city don’t lend a cent, only loans sorrow (sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow) Back-alley whispers, lives slip unseen Struggle in silence, lost in between Cash rules dreams, but pockets stay hollow Promises shallow, hope’s hard to swallow Teachers preach wisdom, but school’s on the street Lessons learned harsh where life and death meet Cameras watch close, but justice stays blind Searching for peace that we’ll never find Concrete jungle Streets don’t hug When survival gets tough You won't find love Listen man ... this is what's goin' on - you hear me? Raise fists high, voices rising loud Battling demons, breaking through the cloud Street prophets rise, they carry the flame Refuse to lose, changing rules of the game We're still breathing, still fighting the fate City cold-hearted, but we're changing the state From dust and debris, let our voices unite In the darkest of hours, we're burnin' for light (light, light, light) Concrete jungle Streets don’t hug When survival gets tough You won't find love Concrete jungle Streets don’t hug When survival gets tough You won't find love When survival gets tough (yeah tough) You won't find love (no love, no love) (Yeah, no love, man) (No love at all, you hear me?) (That's how it ends) (Does it?) |