MC "NFC" - Каменные Джунгли

Streetlights flicker, shadows do the tango,
Dreams crushed beneath soles, heavy as an anvil
Potholes swallowing ambitions whole,
Every block got a story, every brick got a soul
Hustlers on the corner, whispers in the wind,
Time moves slow, like a clock missing pins
Concrete confessions, sins etched in stone,
Survival of the raw, this jungle we call home
Echoes in the alley, voices don’t fade,
Concrete jungle, where the rules are homemade