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The blocks are calling

Grimy streets

Neighborhoods consisting of gun's and beefs

But inside a concrete jungle my adrenaline pumps

I'm riding on the beat

Of an urban settings funk

I don't care bout how they shoot up dem'gun up in the air

Cause I know where I belong is right there

I'm in love with the cultures

They make me feel at home

They're so many West Indians every where you look

When I'm here I don't feel so alone

Then I'm shook

And I realize I'm in a sub-urban society

And I'm dreaming of a concrete jungle again

I'm praying for the excitement of a concrete jungle to keep me alive

I don't want to hear bout fighting to survive

Concrete jungle is where I belong

But I'm dreaming

right now the nearest I am to a concrete jungle

Is this Bob Marley song.