Alborosie - Streets

In this jungle, in a desert jungle, ay We fight to survive, we fight to survive everyday
There's no time for rambling, no time fi ramp, no way
You make one wrong move and you die, listen what the thugs dem say
Streets of faces, strangers gambling and dying Streets of colours, sounds, words and rhymes
Dirty streets smell like rain, feels like pain That strikes slowly into your skull