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Broken glass
People on the station
Y'know they just care
I can't take the
I can't take the
I got no money to out
I guess I got no
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 with a re-possessed my car

Don't push me cos I'm to the edge
I'm trying not to my head
It's a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going

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

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

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