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

glass everywhere
People on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't take the smell, I can't the noise no more
Got no to move 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 a tow-truck 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
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep going under
It's like a jungle it makes me wonder
How I keep from going

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, as the breezes blow
lady livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a
Said she danced the tango, the light fandango
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
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 doing bad my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its just not
All My Children in the daytime, at night
even 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, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the
Neon King Kong on my back
Can't stop to around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a

[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
a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn funny
You got to a con in this land of milk and honey"
They that girl in front of the train
her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man in his heart
him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, it's crazy after dark
Keep my on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my glass jaw
Hear them You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God knows youll go through
grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And eyes will sing a song of deep 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 panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all
Walking round like Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got sent up for a eight bid
Now your is took and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in cell
It was to see that your life was lost
You was cold and body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad
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 jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep going under.
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