Concrete Jungle

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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

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