JS aka The Best - The Concrete Jungle lyrics

[Verse 1] Start it off with a little exposition Take it back to the very beginning Back in the 80s his daddy was the man Hustler on the block was a man with a plan Never smoked crack but Had a crack baby Sound a lil shady Cooking up so much it got in his lungs Pure coke surrounded by guns Feds came in and raided the home Parents went to prison left the baby all alone Couldn't go with grandma cause she ain't want him Couldn't go with auntie cause she ain't want him The whole sh** was f**ed up Innocent baby dealt a bad hand with bad luck So he had to go to foster care The whole predicament is really unfair Auntie took him in when she found out she could get a check Lookin like ODB Protect Ya Neck Finally old enough to go to school The kids tried to jump him and be cruel He fought back but it wasn't enough I had his back when it was gettin ruff I like yo style, i like yo style You got heart my n***a, you got heart my n***a Thats my motherf**in n***a now Single child but I got a brother now Seen a lot and did a lot Found that body in the parking lot Street Dreaming, Street Dreaming Robbing and stealing, and drug dealing Robbing and stealing, and drug dealing [Chorus] Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a k**in Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a k**in Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a k**in Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a k**in [Bridge] The Concrete Jungle The Concrete Jungle The Concrete Jungle The Concrete Jungle He a wild n***a moe Still my n***a tho I got other dreams Wanna do other things Lord willin if I make it out alive then im gonna make a k**in [Verse 2] Man Im tired of this street sh**, I wanna see some new sh** Get out this hell hole, basketball might be my meal ticket Or get serious with the music sh**, I can live forever off one hit Let me cut you off, stop playin n***a How many motherf**as you know around here that actually made it doing that my n***a All them dreams ain't our reality You got a connect to get a lock bump key Why the f** you keep stuttering and sh** Just ask my n***a Escobar for that type of sh** A week goes by and I ain't heard sh** from that man Got that phone call, running home as fast as I can Blood on the wall, soon as I saw it, it struck a chord Somebody broke in, stole my money, and my keyboard [Chorus] Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Welcome To The Concrete Jungle Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a k**in Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a k**in Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a k**in Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a k**in Lord Willin; [Verse 3] Madder than a muthaf**a who took my sh** moe They didn't breakdown the door or the windows How the f** they get in then Let me calm down, and rethink again Looking down I see a lock key on the ground damn Please dont let it be my right hand man Called Escobar to see what went down Told me everything and my man was just around Went to his house, and his Aunt open the door She let me in, and in the corner I see my keyboard Other corner, she got that needle in her arm She used to the feeling, she ain't feel no harm Walking outside and I seen him down the street He ran across MLK, down to greenleaf Ran up muncy road, through the alleyway Finally caught the n***a right before he tried to getaway Escobar said you shot my niece in the dome Collateral damage, she saw your coming out my home k**ing an innocent child that sh**s weak You used to be my best friend now its getting hard to speak I had other dreams, you had ulterior motives You was family, you didn't notice This is what you wanted our reality What would i do without my enemy Can't let you walk away this sh** ain't right One of us ain't going home tonight Its down to me and you one of us gotta go This our last conversation, I hope you know We both pulled out the guns on each other Damn shame you used to be my brother Heard a shot ring off and then my heart stopped Blood on my sneakers and then my body dropped