Concrete Jungle

Ye, this song goes out to all the displaced refugees

All of the displaced lovers

All of the displaced families, this one goes out to all ya

Every single one an all of yours if ya listening

This one goes out to you man

Especially if ya ain’t got no visa

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle

Some play hard, some play it humble

Either way we all wish our own hustle, because everybody’s got to eat

Up north, down south

You can hear it in the east

All the way to the west

Back home, I use to jump on top of my roof and stair

At the stars for so long

Think why everyday I do wrong

Try to find an inner place where I belong

Cause it’s not dat my eyes can no longer see people miss treated

Even though my life I feel defeated

So I travel seas to be it

Grown ass man providing food to eat

My family are thankful

Even though my mum on the phone saying missing you is painful

Reminisce and make a laugh about the days when I was a hand full

But that’s cool cause we’re all

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle

Some play hard some play it humble

Either way we all wish our own hustle because everybody’s got to eat (cos everybody gotta)

Up north (put food on the table) down south (and wear shoes on their feet)

You can hear it in the east (sleep safe tonight)

All the way to the west (all the way all the way)

Am I alone in the clouded space

How did this song wind up at ur place,

Can this reach far enough to embrace

Penetrate your mind, can you empathise the case of a hard working u and I

I'm talking modern day poets dabbling in ink notating life with rhymes

Cos life’s bigger then size bigger then the, lies they speak see

Some can’t eat so they eye a sheek

Some get it all from the lies the speak

Some get by, praise god for the feast

You got to have faith when your living in the belly of the beast

And yeah sometimes it feels hard watching your parents working two jobs

While the bills keep piling up and your trying to finish school but the stress got u acting up

But we all

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle

Some play hard some play it humble

Either way we all wish our own hustle because everybody’s got to eat (cos everybody gotta)

Up north (put food on the table) down south (and wear shoes on their feet)

You can hear it in the east (sleep safe tonight)

All the way to the west (all the way all the way)

Thanks for my rhyme for keeping me neutral

Still on the hustle but type humble

Organic like vegie drink mineral

Squeeze my fist tight when it’s time to be physical

In the lion jungle so to many funeral

Keep my head low try not to be judgmental

Climbed many trees only purpose survival

But that’s the way it goes in the concrete jungle

Many wana, see peace in the Middle East

Many wana, stop 3rd world poverty

Many wana, make this world free disease

But what it is, is

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle

Some play hard some play it humble

Either way we all wish our own hustle because everybody’s got to eat (cos everybody gotta)

Up north (put food on the table) down south (and wear shoes on their feet)

You can hear it in the east (sleep safe tonight)

All the way to the west (all the way all the way)

Displaced misplaced refugees everywhere man

We’re gonna hussle man

Diafrix yo

Voice of struggle