Concrete Jungle Flow

Yeah, yeah Turn the headphones up a bit

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)

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)

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)

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)

Gold on the pages...

No turning back now... (mmm-mmm)