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Broken glass
People on the station
Y'know they just care
I take the smell
I can't the noise
I got no money to out
I guess I got no
Rats in the front
in the back
Junkies in the alley with a bat
I tries to get but I couldn't get far
Cos a man with a re-possessed my car

Don't push me cos I'm to the edge
I'm not to lose my head
It's like a jungle
It makes me how I keep from going under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't 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 to be a street sweeper
I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet 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 and honey
A child is born with no state of
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 where you
Looks like one big alleyway

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

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