Concrete Jungle
They showed me the place to be, the place to spend my last days
Long to live my days free, never in some deadly haze
Each day darkens my soul but the concrete stands up tall
The guns never ceased to bow under the concrete jungle
I'm getting out of here now with the Feds up in a bungle
There's two ways out of here, their bullet or mine
Only mine
On my way out I saw him, the man in the burning bush
He walked away low brim, set the jungle ablaze
And he walked forty days with his feet on top of the sea
Long to live my days free, never in some deadly haze
Each day darkens my soul but the concrete stands up tall
The guns never ceased to bow under the concrete jungle
I'm getting out of here now with the Feds up in a bungle
There's two ways out of here, their bullet or mine
Only mine
On my way out I saw him, the man in the burning bush
He walked away low brim, set the jungle ablaze
And he walked forty days with his feet on top of the sea
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Writer(s): Noah Haber
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