The Concrete Jungle Poem by Maurice Tramble

Lost in a city that never sleeps
lost in the thrill of it all

punch in double shift just to make ends meet

running back and fourth at the 'mans' beck and call

1 drops 2 drop 3 drop 4
the war on drugs kills the population like never before

sit back and let the system work its magic
paitiently waiting for change

or is it all part of the plan, here we go reganomics all over again

economic free fall a great drepression
hoping for a better canidate every election

no harm no foul herewith you must see now,
tis life in the concrete jungle, it is bleak you must flee now

and if you survive you wont be the same
your upbringing is where you will point the blame

thats life in the concrete jungle.