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Broken everywhere
People on the station
Y'know they just care
I can't the smell
I can't take the
I got no to move out
I I got no choice
Rats in the room
in the back
Junkies in the alley a baseball 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 close to the
I'm trying not to lose my
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 I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer I it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job learned to be a sweeper
dance to the beat, shuffle 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 this land of milk and
A is born with no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God what you'll go through
grow in the ghetto living second rate
And eyes will see a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks one great big alleyway

You'll all the number book takers
The the pushers and the big money makers
Driving great big cars twenties and tens
And you want to up to be just like them
Smugglers scramblers burglars
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
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turn 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