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It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I from going under

Broken everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they dont care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no
Rats in the room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don't push me cause I'm to the edge
I'm trying not to my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep from under
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep from going

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls home
She went to the city and got So-So-So
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

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My doing bad took my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its just not
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray
The bill collectors ring my phone
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
Can't take the train to the job, a strike at the station
Neon Kong standin' on my back
stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
And all the smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street
Id dance to the beat, my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps
Cause it's all about money, a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this of milk and honey"
They that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, her arm on again
Stabbed man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last jaw
Hear them say: You some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
only God knows what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your will sing a song of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks like one big alley way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you up dropping out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and served hell
'Til one day you was found hung in your cell
It was plain to see that your was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad
Of how you lived so fast and so young

So don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me how I keep from going under.
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