Lyrics
Verse 1:
In the concrete jungles, where dreams are painted in graffiti,
Young souls wander, their footsteps echo in the city.
Their voices rise above the roar of passing trains,
Singing tales of freedom, breaking chains.
Chorus:
In the heart of the city, where the wild things grow,
Under the neon lights, they find their show.
Guitars strummed on street corners, raw and real,
In these urban meadows, they spin the wheel.
Verse 2:
Skateboards glide across the fractured sidewalks,
Past murals that speak louder than the talks.
Coffee shops buzz with poets and thinkers alike,
Each cup a story, every sip a strike.
Chorus:
In the pulse of the pavement, where rhythms collide,
They dance to the music of the citywide.
From sunset to sunrise, under the urban glow,
In the concrete jungles, the wild ones know.
Bridge:
Hoodies and headphones, a tech-savvy tribe,
Navigating apps, they subscribe to the vibe.
Connected yet isolated in their digital haze,
Seeking validation in a labyrinthine maze.
Verse 3:
Here, the rebels find their cause in recycled trends,
Fashion statements made in thrift store blends.
Every street art, a manifesto of their creed,
In the spray-paint whispers, they find their need.
Chorus:
In the chaos of
Verse 3:
Here, the rebels find their cause in recycled trends,
Fashion statements made in thrift store blends.
Every street art, a manifesto of their creed,
In the spray-paint whispers, they find their need.
Chorus:
In the chaos of cables, where the future's spun,
Under the watchful eye of the neon sun.
The streets hold secrets not written in codes,
In the concrete jungles, where freedom explodes.
Outro:
So here's to the wanderers, the artists, the young,
Crafting beauty from the shadows they've sprung.
In the corners of the city, they claim their right,
To color the world with their light.
