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Broken glass
pissing on the station
Y'know just don't care
I can't the smell
I take the noise
I got no to move out
I guess I got no
Rats in the room
in the back
Junkies in the alley a baseball bat
I tries to get but I couldn't get far
Cos a man with a truncheon my car

Don't push me cos I'm to the edge
I'm not to lose my head
It's a jungle sometimes
It me wonder how I keep from going under

My son "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
And all the kids smoke reefer I think be cheaper
If I just got a job learned to be a sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my wear a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all money ain't a damn thing funny
You got to a car in this land of milk and honey
A child is born no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because only God what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto second rate
And your eyes see a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
like one great big alleyway

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

Now unemployed null and void
Walking round like you're Pretty Boy
Turn stick up kid look you done did
Got sent up for an eight bid
Being used and to serve like hell
Till one day you was hung dead in the cell