Back on the Streets

I had to compete
 In the concrete, in the jungle
 Had to kick and scratch
 Stab some backs, in the jungle
 At first I had a honest dream
 Then the dike broke through
 The scheme I had so gently planned
 Soon that fell through
 Now I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
 I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)
 It's a gold plated world
 When you ain't got a dime for a phone call, in the jungle
 Makes me feel so bad
 To be standin' in the welfare line
 My so called friends of yesterday
 They don't even know my name
 If I get a second chance
 I do believe I'll feel the same
 I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
 I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)
 {Horn Break:}
 Well I'll sing a song
 And then keep control of my action, in the jungle
 Living in them streets
 Makes a man turn death away
 Life right now is just a dirty word
 There's no place for me to go
 The look I wear up on my face
 Let's everybody know that
 I'm back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
 I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)
 I'm back, (back, back, back on the street again)
 I'm back, back, back, back (back, back, back on the streets again)
 Makes me feel so bad
 To be back on the streets again
 Fell asleep in the park last night
 Sunday paper feel uptight
 Hope the lord now give to me
 What's before me imitate
 Ridin' on this big machine
 Back on the streets again