The Message

Broken glass everywhere

People pissing on the station

Y'know they just don't care

I can't take the smell

I can't take the noise

I 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 tries to get away but I couldn't get far

Cos a man with a truncheon re-possessed my car

R:

Don't push me cos I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school

Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool

And all the kids smoke reefer I think it'd be cheaper

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

I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a shirt and tie

And run with the creeps"

Cos it's all about money ain't a damn thing funny

You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey

A child is born with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

God is smiling on you but he's frowning too

Because only God knows what you'll go through

You'll grow in the ghetto living second rate

And your eyes will see a song of deep hate

The places you play and where you stay

Looks like one great big alleyway

You'll admire all the number book takers

The pimps the pushers and the big money makers

Driving great big cars spending twenties and tens

And you want to grow up to be just like them

Smugglers scramblers burglars gamblers

Pickpocket pedlars even panhandlers

You say I'm cool I'm no fool

But then you end up dropping right outa school

Now you're unemployed null and void

Walking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd

Turn stick up kid look what you done did

Got sent up for an eight year bid

Being used and abused to serve like hell

Till one day you was found hung dead in the cell