[The JBeez the JBeez…]
10th round
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground
Regroup and lounge
Put on a couple of pounds
And make plans to create the raw homegrown sounds
Without love and support
I might come up short
But I dare not resort to the low life sport
Young bucks nowadays
Even kids my own age
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption
The odds are against me
And the world won’t present to me
Bad thoughts on my mind
But I won’t let it tempt me
Organized confusion, negative illusion
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion
Say what say what say what
Cuz I’m a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I’m a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I’m a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I’m a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots
I might not recoginize just what I’ve got
I’ve got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold
And if I keep on holding, I’ma reach my goals
When I’m walking through the streets
I see all sorts, BIG wasn’t lying about them drugs and sports
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight
Baby girl is at home and she’s screaming «Daddy»
