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Broken everywhere
People on the station
Y'know they just care
I take 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 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
like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I from going under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer I think be cheaper
If I just got a job learned to be a sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet 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 of milk and honey
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 second rate
And your eyes will see a of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks like one big alleyway

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

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