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

Broken everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they dont care
I can't take the smell, I can't the noise no more
Got no money to out, I guess I got no choice
in the front room, cockroaches in the back
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 push me cause I'm to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going
It's like a sometimes 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, skipped the fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can tell the stories to the girls home
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't 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 ring my phone
And scare my when 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 around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I 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, learned to be a street
Id dance to the beat, shuffle my
Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps
it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in land of milk and honey"
They pushed 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 new start
I walk through 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 some more?" livin' on a

[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 youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your eyes sing a song of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
Looks one great big alley way
admire all the number book takers
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 dropping out of school
Now unemployed, all non-void
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what youve did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your manhood is and you're a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being and abused and served like hell
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that life was lost
You was cold and your body swung and forth
But now eyes sing the sad, sad song
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 sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep going under.
[5th