Yo, Lisbon streets, concrete jungle gleam Sandro drippin' designer, livin' a hustler's dream Ricks Owens, Balenciaga, all the fly threads on display But beneath the surface, somethin' ain't quite okay Lost in the maze, like a rat in a race City lights blindin', chasin' a paper chase Lost his direction, the path ain't clear Labels maskin' the pain, yearnin' for somethin' sincere This city's a beast, never sleeps, never quits Sandro on the grind, but the struggle ain't a myth Trust shattered like glass, scars runnin' deep In this world of illusions, real connections he seeks Concrete playground, raised on the rough side Seen the darkness, felt the sting of the bad side Wrong choices haunt him, echoes in his head But in the shadows of doubt, a flicker of hope ain't dead Scars tell a story, battles he's overcome Rebel with a cause, ain't playin' by anyone's drum Pushin' through the chaos, navigatin' the storm Sandro's on a mission, inner fire keeps him warm Misunderstood maybe, but he ain't afraid to fight This concrete jungle's his stage, shinin' his own light Head held high, even when the world throws shade Sandro's on a journey, a path he's gonna pave Yeah, so raise your fists for Sandro, king of the night Lost in the city, but he's searchin' for the light Misunderstood soul, with a heart that's pure gold Sandro's story unfolds, and his journey's gonna be told