[The JBeez the JBeez...]

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 [True Blue]

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]

True Blue [True Blue]

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]

True Blue [True Blue]

Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]

True Blue [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 and she's screaming "Daddy"

Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy,

But