I am from the concrete jungle

 

While homes turns to apartments

Then turn to boxes

 

While Manhattan represents smiles

And the ghetto represents heart breaks

 

While going home to pray to not get shot or taken

While my mothers holding me hoping

She can be saving me

 

From the concrete jungle

That is New York City

 

Some parts are mighty pretty

While some are the ugly 

 

 

People around think Brooklyn is scary

While people feel more safe

In a crowded place full of merry

Called Times Square

 

The city of lights can eat you with the bolts

And spit you out with no murder note

 

So here you are in the concrete jungle

Living in a small apartment in the ghetto

 

Where your child goes to school across the street

 

While your five year old child witnessing

Her best friends

bruises from getting beat

From her parents

 

And not forgot the creeps

That live across the street

From where your child goes to school

 

And you don't want the worst thing to happen

So you think and act like a fool

 

While the next day you see the amber alert flashing

With your childs face and name

With a phone number as the caption

 

Praying that the worst case didn't happen

And you hear others sitting there

Laughing with denial that

 

They are in the concrete jungle

 

Knowing bad things are part of the

Bundle of the ghetto

 

But your brain thinks different

Cause you’re already settled

 

And your wife over there warming up milk in the kettle

For your ten month old son

 

Cause you can't afford

a microwave

 

And you sit there and regret

And you feel like you're gonna concave

And no one can save you

 

From the concrete jungle

 

Knowing that you don't need a license

To take a train or bus in the terminal

 

While you see a homeless man sitting

In the corner alone and all 

 

Then he sneezes and you want

To pass him a Tylenol

But you’re afraid to say bless you

 

Because you're a New Yorker

And you know how some are broker than you think

And you'll know they'll go crazy

When giving them attention

 

And not to mention

The broken stories that can bend your heart with

 

While you’re sitting there feeling it

Wishing you can help the situation by giving

The man a twenty dollar bill

 

While after he's praying thinking

God does pay attention

To the joy he wants to fulfill

 

And he still thinks about how your generous offer got

Him some booze

 

While feeling like surprised when you got this news

You remember your from the concrete jungle

 

And people aren't always friendly and generous

like you

 

While people don't say thank you

When you open the door

 

And he gives you a look that he might be kind of sore

From sleeping on the floor on

Their one bedroom apartment

 

Because he wanted his wife and four kids

To sleep in the big bed

 

So they can rest

 

And instead of worrying about their lower back

Or if their credit card number is

 

Going to be hack by a crook

Who doesn't take a second look back

 

At the broken man

Who finally understands

 

That he is from the concrete jungle

And life is always going to be a

tumble