Baltimores a jungle baby!! 

Growing up in a jungle you learn to survive 

Living like a worker drone in the queens behive 

Dad gone and all I asked was why?

How could a god leave his children behind?

When I look around all I see is death and distruction

Yet school gave me a path for my own construction.

Mom gave me hope

The power to avoid sellin dope 

So i came up with ways i knew i could cope 

We live in a black and white world 

Where little black boys get killed for whistling at little white girls 

I can no longer stand by and continue to ask why 

Its time to make a stand and lend a helping hand 

Like tarzan in his jungle i live amongst beast 

But yet i continue to rise like a mountain of yeast 

Give me this hope to leave my own jungle  

Baltimores a jungle baby!!