RILTIM LIYMAN - Streetlore Original Mix
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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
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
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