Stagione 2
Concrete Jungle
Stagione 1
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It's Kruus in the concrete jungle with dreams are made of steel. Hustle hard, grind daily. That's the real deal. Yeah. Yeah. Every corner, every block, stories etched in stone. Survival of the fittest, never walk alone. We rise from the ashes like a phoenix in flight. Chasing shadows in the dark, bringing truth to the light with the weight of to the world, but we carry a proud. Voices of the streets with the post of the crowd. Late nights on the street lights plotting our escape with ambition in our hearts. No room for mistakes. Dreams bigger than the city. Can't confine my soul with every step I take. I'm closer to my goal. We rise from the ashes like a phoenix in flight. Chasing shadows in the dark. Bringing truth to the light. With the weight of the world, but we carry it proud. Voices of the streets with the pulse of the crowd. So, Listen to the rhythm. Feel the beat in your chest. In this concrete jungle, we'll never settle for less. Hustle hard, shine bright, let the world see our hill. In the concrete jungle, dreams are made up still.
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