Concrete jungle, where the cold winds blow,
Every step I take, I'm walking on my own.
Survival's the game, and the streets don't sleep,
Grit beneath my nails, the scars run deep.
Underneath the streetlights, shadows loom large,
But I've learned to stand tall, to take every charge.
In the heart of the struggle, where the strong survive,
I found my way, learned to stay alive.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Friends come and go, like the changing tide,
But in the heart of the hustle, I found my pride.
Through the battles and the bruises, I kept my stride,
In the streets of Brooklyn, I learned to survive.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
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Concrete jungle, where the cold winds blow,
Every step I take, I'm walking on my own.
Survival's the game, and the streets don't sleep,
Grit beneath my nails, the scars run deep.
Underneath the streetlights, shadows loom large,
But I've learned to stand tall, to take every charge.
In the heart of the struggle, where the strong survive,
I found my way, learned to stay alive.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Friends come and go, like the changing tide,
But in the heart of the hustle, I found my pride.
Through the battles and the bruises, I kept my stride,
In the streets of Brooklyn, I learned to survive.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Every step I take, I'm walking on my own.
Survival's the game, and the streets don't sleep,
Grit beneath my nails, the scars run deep.
Underneath the streetlights, shadows loom large,
But I've learned to stand tall, to take every charge.
In the heart of the struggle, where the strong survive,
I found my way, learned to stay alive.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Friends come and go, like the changing tide,
But in the heart of the hustle, I found my pride.
Through the battles and the bruises, I kept my stride,
In the streets of Brooklyn, I learned to survive.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Streets of Brooklyn, where the tough get through,
Every corner I turn, I'm finding something new.
In the grit and the grind, I found my own way,
Streets of Brooklyn, made me who I am today.
Writer: Nia Ifeanyi
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC