MC "NFC" - Каменные Джунгли

Streetlights flicker, shadows do the tango,
Dreams crushed beneath soles, heavy as an anvil
Potholes swallowing ambitions whole,
Every block got a story, every brick got a soul
Hustlers on the corner, whispers in the wind,
Time moves slow, like a clock missing pins
Concrete confessions, sins etched in stone,
Survival of the raw, this jungle we call home