RILTIM LIYMAN - Streetlore Original Mix

Concrete jungle, my knuckles are bleeding through the glove
Never showing the weakness, ain't never speaking the love
Sirens wailing in the distance, it's a typical night
I grip the mic like a weapon, I'm getting ready to fight
Shadows creeping on the the pavement
Every corner is cold
Stories of the broken promises that never were told
I see the system is a prison
We just rats in a maze
Burn the pages of the script and set the city ablaze
No chorus to save you
Ain't no radio hits
Just a spit from my teeth and the grit in my fists
I'm dodging bullets in the karma of the life that I chose