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Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungleAnd yet there's more to life than miseryWe have to have unity in our communityWe have to work together brothers and sisters(I'm from the ghetto)Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones(Lord knows, I was on the run confused)DipSet forever(Shit)We're talking about a concrete jungle(Yeah, it sure is a jungle)Life or death, you have to choose life(I done seen it all, at least I think I seen it all)I'm with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and JanesDiesel by the bundles and the hard grams of CaineD's when they come through, it's hard to get some changeSmoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flameYeah, I see the traffic but we dipping on the shoulderWinter start to set in, it's only getting colderAnd I miss you all my political soldiersMost are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-upsDamn, I know we caught up in the fast lifeSongtexteSome like a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipeMe, I'm still caught up from last nightSame clothes from the club on the block getting cash rightDamn, you know this world full of miserySome get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor beSomebody told me that the girls need the chivalryThat's why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers beAin't nothing sweet living in this ghetto(Ain't nothing sweet about it)Been there, done that, running in the streets(Running wild)Now put your lighters to your head, nigga rideTrying to make the most of my hustle(I gotta hustle)Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams(Live out my dreams)Now put your lighters to your head, nigga rideFor the coke I would sleep hardBut the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retardWas the city block overseerMan your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeriaHow many pies I done flipped? I lost countHow many guys I done gave shit? I lost countHolding but I can't ignore cheatingAny day your life could be the hot topic at that board meetingThey discussing who'll stretch you for your treesFor your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reasonThat's how it is when you make a manThat's why your man's gotta learn to make himself then you shake his handMan, I'm into catching heavy clamsAnd when Dezzy can us when it comes to dumping I got heavy handsAin't gonna be right for your picking jetThis is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenetteAin't nothing sweet living in this ghetto(Ain't nothing sweet about it)Been there, done that, running in the streets(Running wild)Now put your lighters to your head, nigga rideTrying to make the most of my hustle(I gotta hustle)Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams(Live out my dreams)Now put your lighters to your head, nigga rideI let my temper hit the floorI be staring through the mirror as I serenade my hallsI'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawersMy shorty, she bank a carrot with the four 'causeIf you take us out, the streets will evolveSome niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to surviveAnd my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energyNiggaz that I thought was friends, really the enemyDear Lord, please grant me the serenityTo accept the things that I cannot changeLocked up for eight years and ain't join no gangsBeen converted to true nigga, I'm as real as they comeAnd any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gunPut my dick up in the streets but I'm married to the slumsPut the chips up in the ante and tally up the sumI'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jumsAin't nothing sweet living in this ghetto(Ain't nothing sweet about it)Been there, done that, running in the streets(I'm running young, wild and free)Now put your lighters to your head, nigga rideTrying to make the most of my hustle(I'm trying to make the most of my hustle)Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams(Live out my dreams, live out my dreams)Now put your lighters to your head, nigga rideAlright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices(Oh yeah)The jungle is full of everythingIt's the mother and the father of creation(Ain't nothing sweet about it)But listen up, you have to choose something for yourselfDo something for yourself, make something of yourselfThat's what time it is(Don't let go)Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life(All my young soldiers)Yeah, concrete jungle, I can feel it, I can smell it(Sometimes it gets hard)Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power(Don't let 'em pull your car over)Now and forever moreMaking life the way it should beAin't nothing sweet about itMake me want to scream and shout itBut I know I got to hold on and just roll on Aus Songtexte Mania