In the heart of the jungle, where the kings are crowned, Where trust is currency, yea, loyalty bound. We wear our hearts on sleeves in this battleground, But some hearts wear cloaks and hide in the sounds. We roll deep and strong, united as one, In a sphere where familiarity can cut like a gun. Where faces change like seasons under the sun, Stabbed in the back, where can you really run? Spot the snakes in the grass, they always hiss, False smiles are poisonous, a traitor's kiss. In these concrete jungles, it's survival's bliss, Loyalty's the creed, betrayal, we dismiss. [outro][end]
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