Ye, this song goes out to all the displaced refugees
All of the displaced lovers
All of the displaced families, this one goes out to all ya
Every single one an all of yours if ya listening
This one goes out to you man
Especially if ya ain’t got no visa

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle
Some play hard, some play it humble
Either way we all wish our own hustle, because everybody’s got to eat
Up north, down south
You can hear it in the east
All the way to the west

Back home, I use to jump on top of my roof and stair
At the stars for so long
Think why everyday I do wrong
Try to find an inner place where I belong
Cause it’s not dat my eyes can no longer see people miss treated
Even though my life I feel defeated
So I travel seas to be it
Grown ass man providing food to eat
My family are thankful
Even though my mum on the phone saying missing you is painful
Reminisce and make a laugh about the days when I was a hand full
But that’s cool cause we’re all

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle
Some play hard some play it humble
Either way we all wish our own hustle because everybody’s got to eat (cos everybody gotta)
Up north (put food on the table) down south (and wear shoes on their feet)
You can hear it in the east (sleep safe tonight)
All the way to the west (all the way all the way)

Am I alone in the clouded space
How did this song wind up at ur place,
Can this reach far enough to embrace
Penetrate your mind, can you empathise the case of a hard working u and I
I'm talking modern day poets dabbling in ink notating life with rhymes
Cos life’s bigger then size bigger then the, lies they speak see
Some can’t eat so they eye a sheek
Some get it all from the lies the speak
Some get by, praise god for the feast
You got to have faith when your living in the belly of the beast
And yeah sometimes it feels hard watching your parents working two jobs
While the bills keep piling up and your trying to finish school but the stress got u acting up
But we all

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle
Some play hard some play it humble
Either way we all wish our own hustle because everybody’s got to eat (cos everybody gotta)
Up north (put food on the table) down south (and wear shoes on their feet)
You can hear it in the east (sleep safe tonight)
All the way to the west (all the way all the way)

Thanks for my rhyme for keeping me neutral
Still on the hustle but type humble
Organic like vegie drink mineral
Squeeze my fist tight when it’s time to be physical
In the lion jungle so to many funeral
Keep my head low try not to be judgmental
Climbed many trees only purpose survival
But that’s the way it goes in the concrete jungle
Many wana, see peace in the Middle East
Many wana, stop 3rd world poverty
Many wana, make this world free disease
But what it is, is

We’re all survivors in this concrete jungle
Some play hard some play it humble
Either way we all wish our own hustle because everybody’s got to eat (cos everybody gotta)
Up north (put food on the table) down south (and wear shoes on their feet)
You can hear it in the east (sleep safe tonight)
All the way to the west (all the way all the way)

Displaced misplaced refugees everywhere man
We’re gonna hussle man
Diafrix yo
Voice of struggle

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