Concrete Jungle Flow

{sub-bass roll-in} Yeah, yeah Turn the headphones up a bit

{snare tap} Okay, look

I watched the pavement crack beneath my worn-out shoes

No time to win,

too busy trying not to lose

They paint the skyline with a false design

But I write the truth in every single line (uh-huh) {double-time hi-hats}

We rise above the noise

of the avenue

Finding our way through the darkest view

They try to hold us down,

we break the mold

Writing our names in a page of gold

(yeah, gold)

{swelling brass section} Streetlamp flickering,

casting long cold forms

We stood together weathering the heaviest storms

Now we take the wheel,

navigate the deep

While the rest of the world is fast asleep (sleep)

{filter sweep down}

We rise above the noise of the avenue

Finding our way

through the darkest view

They try to hold us down,

we break the mold

Writing our names in a page of gold (yeah,

gold)

{heavy sub-bass drop}

Gold on the pages...

No turning back now...

(mmm-mmm) {instruments slowly fade out,

leaving only vinyl crackle}