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Broken glass everywhere

People pissing on the stairs, you know they just

Dont care

I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise

Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room, roaches in the back

Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat

I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far

Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car

Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge

Im trying not to loose my head

Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window

Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes


Crazy lady, livin in a bag

Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag

Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go

To search a prince to see the last of senses

Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps

So she can tell the stories to the girls back home

She went to the city and got so so so ditty

She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her


Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin under

My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.

Says she watches to much, is just not healthy

All my children in the daytime, dallas at night

Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight

Bill collectors they ring my phone

And scare my wife when Im not home

Got a bum education, double-digit inflation

Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike

At the station

Me on king kong standin on my back

Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac

Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane

Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might

Hijack a plane!

My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school

Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a


And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be


If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper

I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet

Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps

Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing


You got to have a con in this land of milk and


They push that girl in front of a train

Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again

Stabbed that man, right in his heart

Gave him a transplant before a brand new start

I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy

After the dark

Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the


I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw

Hear them say you want some more, livin on a


A child was born, with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

God is smiling on you but hes frowning too

Cause only God knows what you go through

You grow in the ghetto, living second rate

And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate

The places you play and where you stay

Looks like one great big alley way

Youll admire all the number book takers

Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers

Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens

And you wanna grow up to be just like them

Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers

Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers

You say Im cool, Im no fool

But then you wind up dropping out of high school

Now youre unemployed, all null n void

Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd

Turned stickup kid, look what you done did

Got send up for a eight year bid

Now your man is took and youre a may tag

Spend the next two years as an undercover fag

Being used and abused, and served like hell

Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell

It was plain to see that your life was lost

You was cold and your body swung back and forth

But now your eyes sing the sad sad song

Of how you lived so fast and died so young.

-Grandmaster Flash

Edited by King 2003
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