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Broken glass
People pissing on the
Y'know they don't care
I take the smell
I take the noise
I got no to move out
I I got no choice
Rats in the front
in the back
Junkies in the with a baseball 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 my head
It's like a jungle
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 reefer I think be cheaper
If I just got a job to be a street 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 a car in this land of milk and honey
A child is born with no of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God knows what 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 great big

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

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