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

glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you they just dont care
I can't take the smell, I take the noise no more
Got no to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I 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
and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I from 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 the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls home
She went to the city and got Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

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My doing bad took my mother's TV
she watches too much, its just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, at night
Can't even see the or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors that ring my
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong on my back
Can't stop to turn around, my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a

[3rd

My son Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
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 sweeper
Id to the beat, shuffle my feet
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"
pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
Stabbed that man right in his
Gave him a transplant for a new start
I walk through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my glass jaw
Hear them say: You want some more?" on a seesaw

[4th

A is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is on you but he's frowning too
only God knows what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
like one great big alley way
You'll all the number book takers
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 then you wind up out of high school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got sent up for a eight bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and your swung back and forth
But now your eyes the sad, sad song
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 from under.
[5th