Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Concrete Jungle , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 06.11.2006
Song language: English
Concrete Jungle |
| Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle |
| And yet, there’s more to life than misery |
| We have to have unity in our community |
| We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) |
| Yeah this is Dr. Ben, I’m with Jim Jones (Lord knows, I was on the run confused) |
| DipSet forever (shit) |
| We’re talking about a concrete jungle (yeah it sure is a jungle) |
| Life or Death, you have to choose life (I done seen it all, at least I think I |
| seen it all) |
| I’m with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes (no swinging from vines) |
| Diesel by the bundles, and the hard grams of 'caine (we on our grind) |
| D’s when they come through; |
| it’s hard to get some change |
| Smoking weed getting drunk, in the car for a flame (slow down nigga) |
| Yeah I see the traffic, but we dipping on the shoulder (break laws) |
| Winter start to set in, it’s only getting colder (dress warm) |
| And I miss you all my political soldiers |
| Most are doing life for moving bricks or doing hold-ups |
| Damn I know we caught up in the fast life |
| Some life a fiend when they caught up on the glass pipe (we pookie out here) |
| Me, I’m still caught up from last night |
| Same clothes from the club, on the block getting cash right (I'm on my G though) |
| Damn, you know this world full of misery (pray for me) |
| Some get tore up 'til they hurl off the liquor B (gettin twisted) |
| Somebody told me that the girls need the chivalry (fuck a bitch) |
| That’s why I cop ice 'til they ass get the shivers B |
| Ain’t nothing sweet living in this ghetto (ain't nothing sweet about it) |
| Been there, done that, running in the streets (running wild) |
| Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride |
| I’m trying to make the most of my hustler (I gotta hustle) |
| Been there, done that, so I can live out all my dreams (live out my dreams) |
| Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride |
| For the coke I would sleep hard |
| But the game drove me nuts, in the streets, I’m a full-fledged retard |
| Was the city block overseer |
| Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria |
| How many pies I done flipped? |
| I lost count |
| How many guys I done gave shit? |
| I lost count |
| Holding, but I can’t ignore cheating |
| Any day your life could be the hot topic at that board meeting |
| They discussing who’ll stretch you for your trees |
| For your thievery, you living, you breathing for no fucking reason |
| That’s how it is when you make a man |
| That’s why your man’s gotta learn to make himself |
| Then you shake his hand |
| Man, I’m into catching heavy clams |
| And when Dezzy cans when it comes to dumping I got heavy hands |
| Ain’t gonna be right for your picking jet |
| This is ours, the square is where we eat, this our kitchenette |
| I let my temper hit the floor |
| I be staring through the mirror as I serenade my halls |
| I’m fond of the juices that marinate they drawers |
| My shorty, she bank a carrot with the four, cause |
| If you take us out, the streets will evolve |
| Some niggas they live to eat, some niggas eat to survive |
| And my conscience keep disturbing me, fucking with my energy |
| Niggas that I thought was friends, really the enemy |
| Dear Lord please grant me the serenity |
| To accept the things that I cannot change |
| Locked up for eight years and ain’t join no gangs |
| Been converted to true nigga, I’m as real as they come |
| And any moment I have you staring the barrel of my gun |
| Put my dick up in the streets, but I’m married to the slums |
| Put the chips up in the ante and tally up the sum |
| I’m having fun, hitting the fiends in the allies with some jums |
| Alright, yeah but in choosing life, you got choices (oh yeah) |
| The jungle is full of everything |
| It’s the mother and the father of creation (ain't nothing sweet about it) |
| But listen up, you have to choose something for yourself |
| Do something for yourself, make something of yourself |
| That’s what time it is (don't let go) |
| Go strong, be strong, stand for something in life (all my young soldiers) |
| Yeah, concrete jungle |
| I can feel it, I can smell it (sometimes it gets hard) |
| Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power (don't let 'em pull your car over) |
| Now and forever more |
| Making life the way it should be |
| Ain’t nothing sweet about it |
| Make me want to scream and shout it |
| But I know I got to hold on, and just roll on |