The Concrete Jungle

[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 shit was fucked 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 nigga, you got heart my nigga
Thats my motherfuckin nigga 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 killin
Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a killin
Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a killin
Lord willin, if we make it out alive then we gonna make a killin

[Bridge]
The Concrete Jungle
The Concrete Jungle
The Concrete Jungle
The Concrete Jungle
He a wild nigga moe
Still my nigga tho
I got other dreams
Wanna do other things
Lord willin if I make it out alive then im gonna make a killin

[Verse 2]
Man Im tired of this street shit, I wanna see some new shit
Get out this hell hole, basketball might be my meal ticket
Or get serious with the music shit, I can live forever off one hit
Let me cut you off, stop playin nigga
How many motherfuckas you know around here that actually made it doing that my nigga
All them dreams ain't our reality
You got a connect to get a lock bump key
Why the fuck you keep stuttering and shit
Just ask my nigga Escobar for that type of shit
A week goes by and I ain't heard shit 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 killin
Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a killin
Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a killin
Lord willin, if I make it out alive then I'm gonna make a killin
Lord Willin;

[Verse 3]
Madder than a muthafucka who took my shit moe
They didn't breakdown the door or the windows
How the fuck 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 nigga right before he tried to getaway
Escobar said you shot my niece in the dome
Collateral damage, she saw your coming out my home
Killing an innocent child that shits 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 shit 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