Rusty fire escape, morning haze pollution [Reggae Intro Synth]

Another Monday, same old street, no clear solution.

My worn-out boots on concrete, chasing daily bread

A silent rhythm in my head, unsaid, unled.

Then a street performer, just a simple man,

Beat a drum with his bare hand, followed a forgotten plan.

[Percussion Groove Emergence] The city hum began to shift, a new vibration,

Pulsin' through the asphalt, pure liberation.

He looked right at me, a knowing smile, deep in his eyes,

Like the sun breaking through the grey, a sweet surprise.

[Soulful Vocal Swirl] Suddenly the world slowed down, the frantic pace,

Found my footing, found my grace, in this very place.

Oh-oh-oh, a cobblestone groove, a steady sway,

Chasing worries, far away, day by day.

[Pop Hook Build-Up] Feel the bass line deep inside, a thumping beat,

Moving through my restless feet, oh so sweet.

Yeah, this ain't no fiction, no fabricated dream,

Just a moment, bursting at the seam.

[Skank Guitar Riff] Every step a new note, every breath a song,

Where I truly belong, where I'm strong.

The concrete jungle got a heart, it beat for me,

Set my spirit wild and free, authentically.

[Bridge: Vocal Harmony Expansion] Used to chase the sunset, a horizon far,

Now I'm dancing right here, under my own star.

No need for a map, no need for a guide,

Just the rhythm deep inside, where true stories hide.

[Key Change - Upbeat] Oh-oh-oh, the true story of a simple truth revealed,

On these old stone streets, my spirit healed.

[Dub Echo Out] Let the sunshine wash over every doubt,

This genuine flow, what life's about.

[Pop Synth Fade-Out] Yeah, a true story, can you feel it now?

From the ground up, somehow.