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

Don't push me cos I'm to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my
like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer I it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job to be a street sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my wear a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all about money ain't a damn thing
You got to have a car in this of milk and honey
A child is born 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 grow in the ghetto living rate
And your eyes see a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
like one great big alleyway

You'll all the number book takers
The pimps the pushers and the big makers
Driving great big cars spending and tens
And you want to grow up to be just them
scramblers burglars gamblers
Pickpocket even panhandlers
You say I'm I'm no fool
But then you end up dropping outa school

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