Concrete Jungle Anthem

Grind sharp, teeth grit, concrete claws,

Wolves in the city, breaking all laws.

Pockets stay hungry, eat what I earn,

Tables don't turn, gotta build and burn.

Rubble to riches, bricks in the bag,

Hustle so vicious, flags never drag.

Steps on the ladder, climb through the pain,

Umbrella broke, still dancing in rain.

Grit in my soul, I was born to survive,

Clutching the struggle, I'm keeping it live.

From the cracks in the pavement, I rise to the throne,

King of the hustle, my name carved in stone.

Blood on the knuckles, war on the block,

Tick-tock ticking, can't stop the clock.

Eyes on the bag, got the whole world shook,

Built from the dirt, wrote the rules in my book.

Whispers of the streets, echo in my chest,

Pressure on my shoulders, diamonds manifest.

Steel in my veins, I don't bend, I don't fold,

Heart pumping fire, every beat pure gold.

Grit in my soul, I was born to survive,

Clutching the struggle, I'm keeping it live.

From the cracks in the pavement, I rise to the throne,

King of the hustle, my name carved in stone.