Raw City Rhythms

In the heart of the concrete jungle, one voice rises above the silence

of the night. Concrete jungle, where the shadows play, searching for the

light through the gray every day. Walking through the rain, feeling all the

pain, trying to break these heavy iron chains. Looking from the

top, I won't ever stop, watching every single heavy rain drop

fall. Grind in the dark, lighting up the spark,

leaving on the world my permanent mark. Truth in my eyes,

no more thin disguise, seeing through the world of the lies.