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Broken everywhere
People pissing on the
Y'know they just don't
I take 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 with a re-possessed my car

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

My son said: "Daddy, I wanna go to school
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job learned to be a sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, my feet wear a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all about money ain't a thing funny
You got to have a car in this of milk and honey
A child is born with no of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what go through
You'll in the ghetto living second rate
And eyes will see a song of deep hate
The places you play and you stay
Looks like one big alleyway

You'll admire all the number takers
The pimps the pushers and the big makers
Driving great big cars twenties and tens
And you want to grow up to be just like
Smugglers scramblers burglars
Pickpocket pedlars even
You say I'm cool I'm no
But then you end up dropping right school

Now you're unemployed null and
Walking round you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turn stick up kid look what you 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