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Broken everywhere
People pissing on the
Y'know they just don't
I can't the smell
I can't take the
I got no to move out
I guess I got no
Rats in the room
Roaches in the
in the alley with a baseball bat
I tries to get but I couldn't get far
Cos a man with a re-possessed my car

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

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
And all the kids smoke reefer I think it'd be
If I got a job learned 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 a damn thing funny
You got to have a car in land of milk and honey
A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God what you'll go through
You'll in the ghetto living second rate
And eyes will see a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
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 just like
scramblers burglars gamblers
Pickpocket even panhandlers
You say I'm cool I'm no
But you end up dropping right outa school

Now you're null and void
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turn stick up kid look you done did
Got up for an eight year bid
used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung in the cell