Jim Jones - Concrete Jungle lyrics

Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We 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 (sh**) We're talking about a concrete jungle (Yeah, it sure is a jungle) Life or d**h, 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 Janes Diesel by the bundles and the hard grams of Caine D's when they come through, it's hard to get some change Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame Yeah, I see the traffic but we dipping on the shoulder Winter start to set in, it's only getting colder And I miss you all my political soldiers Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups Damn, I know we caught up in the fast life Some like a fiend when they caught up on the gla** pipe Me, I'm still caught up from last night Same clothes from the club on the block getting cash right Damn, you know this world full of misery Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor be Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry That's why I cop ice 'til they a** get the shivers be Ain'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, n***a ride Trying 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, n***a ride For the coke I would sleep hard But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard Was the city block overseer Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria How many pies I done flipped? I lost count How many guys I done gave sh**? I lost count Holding but I can't ignore cheating Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting They discussing who'll stretch you for your trees For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no f**ing reason That's how it is when you make a man That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself then you shake his hand Man, I'm into catching heavy clams And when Dezzy can us when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands Ain't gonna be right for your picking jet This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette Ain'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, n***a ride Trying 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, n***a ride I let my temper hit the floor I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls I'm fond of the juices that marinate they drawers My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four 'cause If you take us out, the streets will evolve Some n***az they live to eat, some n***az eat to survive And my conscience keep disturbing me, f**ing with my energy n***az that I thought was friends, really the enemy Dear Lord, please grant me the serenity To accept the things that I cannot change Locked up for eight years and ain't join no gangs Been converted to true n***a, I'm as real as they come And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun Put my dick up in the streets but I'm married to the slums Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum I'm having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums Ain'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, n***a ride Trying 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, n***a ride Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (Oh yeah) The jungle is full of everything It's the mother and the father of creation (Ain't nothing sweet about it) But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself Do something for yourself, make something of yourself That'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 more Making life the way it should be Ain't nothing sweet about it Make me want to scream and shout it But I know I got to hold on and just roll on