Concrete Jungle

This is a place where the wolves chase the lions, the baboons, the tigers. All is pitiless - stone-hearted,based in anarchy

Fool's the desired suppliers of fuel

Food feuding with sirens, don't start it

The once inviting devolved into violence, vulgar, vicious vanity, visitin' the village that once homed the velvet, ‘til value converted to evil

Vibrations, they split into a hellish vacation, vacatin' the makers, creations corrupted, the abyss erupted, emerged mightier than Europe did

Rewind or remind ya the time 'fore their was struggle, but peace, didn't've to smuggle a feast

All brothers, no beast to each other, no trouble, we eat

But the once paradise beach turned to a *Jungle, jungle, jungle*

All is deceased, Mowgli scavenging through moss and the leaves. Trees seem sketchy, scheming for meat

Even plant life is death-minded, sapping its prey

Sitting 'nd listenin’ to the howls of pain

Everything's so battle tested, an ecosystem full of mal-aggression, egos missin' their regulator—gone wild

The resistance turned to the oppressors —all competition, no helpin' hands or pillars

It's not friendly either, it's kin is ether

Nostrils gettin' split and bleedin', runnin' as they go screamin'

No soft landing, it's all hard knox, scars got scars on scars, bruh, tough

Often left in solitude, not even solid food to accompany you, it's awfully rude

Manners are for the top of chain, can't afford to be nice to game, invite 'em in, it's tight as is, not exactly a supplement

Iron sharpens, iron, not when it's aimed at your neck with ill intent, gets rough

Pent up belligerence ends in frustration, in love with annihilation, inner turmoil, complete navigation, and hip-hop's the vehicle to express those frustrations

But it's death driven, got your head spinnin', bendin' like an exercism. Bastardisation of the art form created to march forth and slay 'em, verbatim

Manifestations of the devils acquaintances, a bait ‘nd switch to pay for sins projected onto you— the painters bitch

A vacant canvas to depict the heinousness of the human condition, abuse its victims to misuse the writtens, a slave to approbation, behave to aquire praises, and that's the reality of Simon Cowell, Heidi, Mel B, Mandell, Vigarra rationale of stardom

The others are laundry—stained with blood and tears, markin' the hustle, the disenfranchised, the heart break, the rustlings

*It's the concrete Jungle, jungle, jungle*