Concrete Jungle

In the concrete jungle power lines is vines And the tears of mothers of lost children that flood the streets is rivers Sinners Brothers and Sisters Animals Carnivores and Cannibals And we feed off misery Misery is what we feast on And we keep on Until we old and tired or our teeth gone And we play songs That to you sound ignorant But it's a reason why everybody's feeling it From Waverly to Aurelius Really it's A symphony Or an orchestra Orchestrated by the leaders behind There's healing in it If you ain lived it you got to find it In the Contete Jungle power lines is vines Each with its own story to tell It's own version of hell We have sex young here If you a virgin in you frail And it all goes in cycles Just watch it as I do Tupac used to be my idol But now I really just want a rifle Light up 16 candles and wait for god to come To ask him questions about this bible In the Concrete Jungle power lines is vines And each makes 100's of connections And to me you all niggas no matter your complexion I'm blind to that Because they're blind to the fact of how they truly act See Nigga is a word that means ignorant Not a pigmentation And your smile is your own acknowledgment of your ignorance Do you hear what I'm saying Cause ignorance is bliss And you guilty by affiliation One people one Nation In the concrete jungle power lines is vines That we Swing on Climb on Write on Rhyme on Drink on Get High on Till we die on DIAMONDS In the rough Waiting to be found with no name Lusting for false success or just 15minutes of fame Maybe a slave deal A whip and a chain Some of us cry or feel ashamed Because they think the world is going to end When it's just the dawning of the age And I assure you there is no end to this world just as I assure you there is a end to this page Brother please be patient You see In this Concrete Jungle power lines is like vines And buildings is mountains Parking lots would then have to be valleys Cave and tombs would be something like these alleys But bricks ain bricks Bows ain dishes Zips ain on jackets And keys ain on pianos You can get as high as you want but that still won't make you a soprano A house is not a house without some memorabilia of Al Pacino Yea It's silly yes we know! But don't blame us We just people Aren't you people Don't you breath like we do And if you're lucky won't breathing be the very thing that kills you You see in this Concrete Jungle power lines is vines And often a father is still a son Sometimes it's the daughter who raises her mother The Concrete Jungle is thought to be a place like no other All you issues could weigh a ton Your best friend could be a gun And even though your in this Concrete Jungle Living the Struggle Ripping your muscles I know you gotta hustle I just want you to look up Look up And know that the Sun is still the Son My baby