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

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

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

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the fandango
The Zircon seemed 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 doing bad took my TV
Says she watches too much, its just not
All My Children in the daytime, at night
Can't even see the or the Sugar Ray fight
The collectors that ring my phone
And scare my wife I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my
Can't stop to turn around, broke my
A mid-range migraine, cancered
Sometimes I think I'm insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
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, sewed her arm on
that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, my last glass jaw
Hear them say: You want more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because only God what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living second
And eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks like one great big way
admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna up to be just 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 round like you're Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and like hell
'Til one day you was hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that life was lost
You was cold and your body back and forth
But now your eyes the sad, sad song
Of how you so fast 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 sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
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