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

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

Don't push me cause I'm close to the
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going
It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep going under

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

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

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My son said: Daddy, I don't wanna go to
the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
If I got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Id to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn funny
You got to have a con in this land of and honey"
They pushed that girl in front of the
her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his
him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last jaw
Hear them say: You want more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God knows what go through
grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of hate
The places you play and you stay
Looks like one great big way
You'll admire all the number book
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, spending twenties and
And you wanna grow up to be just them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers even
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you up dropping out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned kid, look what youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
Spent the next two as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and served hell
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was
You was cold and your body swung back and
But now your sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and so young

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