From Jungle Brothers' fourth album "Raw Deluxe" (1997) I highly recommend this album, it's a very good listen. - lyrics: 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 brother [true blue] Cuz I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue brother [true blue] Cuz I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue brother [true blue] Cuz I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue brother [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 ...
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