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Broken glass
pissing on the station
Y'know just don't care
I can't the smell
I can't take the
I got no money to out
I guess I got no
Rats in the front
Roaches in the
Junkies in the alley with a bat
I tries to get but I couldn't get far
Cos a man a truncheon re-possessed my car

Don't me cos I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to my head
It's like a sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going

My son said: "Daddy, I wanna go to school
Cos the a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids reefer I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job to be a street sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, my feet wear a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all about money ain't a thing funny
You got to have a car in this land of and honey
A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but frowning too
only God knows what you'll go through
You'll in the ghetto living second rate
And your eyes will see a song of deep
The places you play and where you
Looks one great big alleyway

You'll admire all the number takers
The the pushers and the big money makers
Driving great big cars spending and tens
And you to grow up to be just like them
Smugglers scramblers gamblers
Pickpocket even panhandlers
You say I'm cool I'm no
But then you end up right outa school

Now you're unemployed null and
Walking round like you're Boy Floyd
Turn stick up kid look what you did
Got sent up for an eight bid
Being used and abused to serve like
one day you was found hung dead in the cell