Urban Gambit of Bucharest

As the players move in, hear the destiny call Stompin' to the beat of the urban parade Duma's quick on his feet, in this jungle he's made The dice set in hand, fate's cruel serenade Deals under street lamps, where the trust is betrayed [Instrumental] Mmm, yeahh (trumpet solo) [Pre-Chorus] Hey, hey, Tudor, what you gonna do? When the city's beat knocks some sense into you Hey, hey, Tudor, will you pay your dues? Or just keep gamblin' 'til you lose? Tudor Duma rolled the dice, streets his nightly heist Slippin' through the alleys with the scent of vice Pocket full of mischief, and eyes of cold ice Served his poison slow, swore each deal was paradise A simple man with vices, card games and gin Toasting to the hustlers, sinking into sin Underneath the city lights, where his world begins Duma's slinging dreams, but the house always wins Young Tudor Duma, with a blade to the cardboard His empire fell, now he's locked behind steel doors Dreamt of being king, now just a number to the law Slicing through the box, but justice found its claw Hey auntie, what's that sound? It's just Tudor going down Lost in the streets, where the packaging surrounds He was boxing shadows, claimed his throne from paper crowns The judge wasn't amused, met gavels, no applause Tudor's got a tempo, caged bird with a reason Drumming on the bars, to the beat of changing seasons Auntie's whisperin', 'Tudor, where did you stray?' Promises we made, carved in alleys where kids play He's countin' every crack, in a six-by-eight display Graffiti on his soul, but his hope don't wash away [Chorus] 'Cause he's more than his mistakes, freedom in his mind's estate Rhymes behind the bars, beats bound to liberate Duma's name's not done, future ain't just fate In every crushed box, a lesson, never too late