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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 from going

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

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

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

[2nd

My brother's doing bad my mother's TV
Says she too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at
Can't even see the 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
take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I hijack a plane

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My son said: Daddy, I wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he think I'm a fool
And all the smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a sweeper
Id dance to the beat, my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the
it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in of the train
her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a new start
I can't through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, they 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 with no of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what youll go
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your eyes will sing a of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, spending and tens
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 wind up out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
used and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found hung in your cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and your body back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad
Of how you lived so and died 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 it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
[5th