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Broken glass
People on the station
Y'know they just don't
I take the smell
I take the noise
I got no money to out
I guess I got no
Rats in the room
Roaches in the
Junkies in the alley with a bat
I to get away but I couldn't get far
Cos a man with a truncheon my car

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

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

You'll admire all the number takers
The pimps the pushers and the big money
Driving big cars spending twenties and tens
And you want to grow up to be like them
Smugglers scramblers burglars
Pickpocket pedlars even
You say I'm I'm no fool
But then you end up dropping right school

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