Concrete Jungle

My mother's concrete jungle
Is not the same as mine
But we're apart of the same one
Times we're worse then
Things are better
So why are stick up kids still asking for my cheddar
In her time the Bronx was set a blaze
In my time the youth set fire to haze
You don't know how good you have it
Really is that why cops make brutality a habit
Education in the inner city schools are at their fines

Sure but why is tuition at it's highest
We can't afford the education
To get the better jobs
That get the money
To pay for education
The streets are a lot safer
Shit I'm not a hater
But big kids with guns dressed in blue
They aint protecting me
They cozy in squad cars
Drinking their coffee
Give me some of that shit
There are more job opportunities
When your job
Is to rob
The 7 11
On 5th and Weston
That's not employment
When the cops lock you up
And have you punch plates
That's not a job
But that's their choice
Wrong

In a concrete jungle
When it's a dog eat dog world
When your out for yours and yours alone
What choices are you given
Darwin's survival of the fittest
Shit the fittest I'm in it
Even if that means I took the crooked path
To get me to the kingdom
I'll take it
In my concrete jungle
The choice is sink or swim
Says my mother
I don't have much choice
In my jungle it's keep your nose clean and struggle to survive
Or take action into your own hands
Look at the government in their eye
And say "We're not gonna take it!"