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Broken everywhere
People on the station
Y'know they don't care
I can't the smell
I can't take the
I got no to move out
I I got no choice
in the front room
Roaches in the
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 push me cos I'm close to the
I'm trying not to lose my
It's like a sometimes
It makes me how I keep from going under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't go to school
Cos the a jerk, he must think 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 street
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my wear a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all about ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a car in this land of milk and
A child is born with no state of
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto living rate
And eyes will see a song of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks like one great big

admire all the number book takers
The the pushers and the big money makers
great big cars spending twenties and tens
And you want to up to be just like them
Smugglers burglars gamblers
Pickpocket even panhandlers
You say I'm cool I'm no
But then you end up right outa school

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