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

Broken glass
pissing on the stairs, you know they just 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
in the front room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
'Cause a man with a repossessed my car

Don't me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah
[4th: say
It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep going under

Standing on the front stoop, out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
lady livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a
Said she the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My brother's bad took my mother's TV
Says she too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, at night
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The collectors that ring my phone
And my wife when 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
stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
And all the kids smoke reefer, I it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, to be a street sweeper
Id dance to the beat, shuffle my
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the
Cause it's all about money, ain't a 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
that man right in his heart
Gave him a for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after
Keep my hand on my gun, cause got me on the run
I feel a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say: You want some more?" livin' on a

[4th

A child is born no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because God knows what youll go through
grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks like one great big way
You'll all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and
And you wanna grow up to be just them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, peddlers panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up dropping out of school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round like you're Pretty Boy
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your is took and you're a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and and served like hell
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and body swung back and forth
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 wonder how I keep going under.
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