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Broken glass
People on the station
Y'know just don't care
I can't the smell
I can't the noise
I got no money to out
I I got no choice
Rats in the front
in the back
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 lose my
It's like a jungle
It makes me wonder how I keep from going

My son said: "Daddy, I wanna go to school
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he think I'm a fool
And all the smoke reefer I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job learned to be a sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all money ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a car in this land of milk and
A child is born with no of mind
to the ways of mankind
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 you stay
Looks one great big alleyway

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

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