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the message |
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(e.fletcher, s.robinson, c.chase, m.glover - |
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Sugarhill records '82) |
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Broken glass everywhere |
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People pissing on the stairs, you know they just |
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Don't care |
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I can't take the smell, i can't take the noise |
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Got no money to move out, i guess i got no choice |
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Rats in the front room, roaches in the back |
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Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat |
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I tried to get away, but i couldn't get far |
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Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car |
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Don't push me, cause i'm close to the edge |
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I'm trying not to loose my head |
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It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder |
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How i keep from going under |
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Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window |
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Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes |
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Blow |
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Crazy lady, livin' in a bag |
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Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag |
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Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go |
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To search a prince to see the last of senses |
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Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps |
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So she can tell the stories to the girls back home |
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She went to the city and got so so so ditty |
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She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her |
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Own |
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It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder |
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How i keep from goin' under |
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My brother's doing fast on my mother's t.v. |
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Says she watches to much, is just not healthy |
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All my children in the daytime, dallas at night |
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Can't even see the game or the sugar ray fight |
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Bill collectors they ring my phone |
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And scare my wife when i'm not home |
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Got a bum education, double-digit inflation |
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Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike |
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At the station |
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Me on king kong standin' on my back |
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Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac |
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Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane |
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Sometimes i think i'm going insane, i swear i might |
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Hijack a plane! |
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My son said daddy i don't wanna go to school |
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Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think i'm a |
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Fool |
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And all the kids smoke reefer, i think it'd be |
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Cheaper |
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If i just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper |
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I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet |
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Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps |
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Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing |
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Funny |
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You got to have a con in this land of milk and |
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Honey |
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They push that girl in front of a train |
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Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again |
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Stabbed that man, right in his heart |
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Gave him a transplant before a brand new start |
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I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy |
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After the dark |
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Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the |
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Run |
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I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw |
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Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a |
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Seesaw |
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A child was born, with no state of mind |
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Blind to the ways of mankind |
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God is smiling on you but he's frowning too |
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Cause only god knows what you go through |
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You grow in the ghetto, living second rate |
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And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate |
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The places you play and where you stay |
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Looks like one great big alley way |
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You'll admire all the number book takers |
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Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers |
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Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens |
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And you wanna grow up to be just like them |
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Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers |
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Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers |
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You say i'm cool, i'm no fool |
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But then you wind up dropping out of high school |
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Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void |
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Walking around like you're pretty boy floyd |
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Turned stickup kid, look what you done did |
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Got send up for a eight year bid |
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Now your man is took and you're a may tag |
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Spend the next two years as an undercover fag |
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Being used and abused, and served like hell |
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Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell |
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It was plain to see that your life was lost |
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You was cold and your body swung back and forth |
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But now your eyes sing the sad sad song |
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Of how you lived so fast and died so young |
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