Living In A Jungle?

Sometimes it felt more like dying.

I was born and brought up in little more than a ghetto. Tough? More than once I was lucky to escape with my life, no kidding. Here's my take on it some fifty years later. I really do wonder sometimes how many ended up doing a long term in jail and how many didn't even manage to survive at all. I'm one who got out. Here's what it was like. But just to say, I have no hard feelings, well maybe one or two. But I survived this jungle to tell the tale and that's all that matters really. Life is good. But it doesn't hurt to recall the long distant past to see and appreciate how far you have come in life.

Out on the town Friday night

Everyone’s flying their kite

And it’s such a wonderful sight

But there’s something here not quite right

There’s something in the atmosphere

I can feel it all around me here

To me it feels most like fear

Close your eyes listen and hear

Living in a jungle

A young girl screams out in the night

As she struggles to put up a fight

Her attackers have all taken flight

And she’s fighting hard for her life

A young guy gets stabbed in the back

In an argument about some cheap crack

His future’s looking ever so black

Doesn’t look like he’s ever going to come back

Living in a jungle

An old girl gets mugged in the alley

By some dudes acting out to be pally

I believe her first name was Sally

This is no place for old girls like her to dally

An old boy drinks meths to forget

All the money he lost on a bet

And he’s never won anything yet

He’s up to his neck in debt

Living in a jungle

Oh oh oh

Uh uh uh

Living in a jungle felt more like dying

In a politically motivated, socially mis-constructed

Bungle