Concrete Clouds

Yo... Concrete jungle hums low... Pavement cracks beneath the trainers, grey sky loom so low, Every siren sings a blues tune, where the restless spirits go. Trapped inside this concrete container, watch the hurried currents flow, Another headline, another stainer, seeds of discontent they sow. Man's gotta hustle, that's the mantra, dodging shadows, quick and keen, From the early morning banter, to the late night urban scene. Tryna stack a little paper, build a future, make it clean, But this city's a vapour, a mirage, a shifting dream. Yeah, a shifting dream, gotta find the seam... Floating on concrete clouds now, (A) Drifting far from the city's sound, (B) Where the echoes of worries drown, (C) And a quiet peace can be found. (B) Check the rhythm of the estates, a pulse you can't deny, Young ones dreamin' through the gates, with a hopeful, searching eye. While the old guard contemplates, the years that hurried by, Same old stories, different fates, beneath this endless sky. See the struggle, see the fire, in the way they hold their head, Burning with a raw desire, for more than daily bread. Ambition's like a funeral pyre, if your spirit's left for dead, Gotta rise above the mire, from the words that were unsaid. Yeah, words unsaid, get it out my head... Floating on concrete clouds now, (A) Drifting far from the city's sound, (B) Where the echoes of worries drown, (C) And a quiet peace can be found. (B) Streetlight flicker, concrete vast, is this dream too good to last? Always chasin', movin' fast... just a shadow that's been cast? But the clouds remain... (A) They shift and change... (B) Above the pouring rain... (A) A gentle, open space... (B) Floating on concrete clouds now! (A) Drifting far from the city's sound! (B) Where the echoes of worries drown! (C) And a true peace can be found! (B) Ooooh, ooooh... Concrete clouds... still lookin' up... yeah...