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

glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know just dont care
I can't the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I I got no choice
Rats in the room, cockroaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a 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 to the edge
I'm trying not to my head, ah huh-huh-huh
and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep from going
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the blow
Crazy lady in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light
The Zircon seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can the stories to the girls back home
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make 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 in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors ring my phone
And my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
Can't take the train to the job, there's a at the station
King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my
A mid-range migraine, membrane
Sometimes I think I'm insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I wanna go to school
Cause the a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, to be a street 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 a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed that in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his
him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after
my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say: You want some more?" on a seesaw

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A child is born no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what youll go
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will a song of deep hate
The you play and where you stay
Looks like one big alley way
admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, 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 wind up dropping out of school
Now you're unemployed, all
Walking round like you're Pretty Boy
stickup kid, look what youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and served hell
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was
You was cold and your body swung and forth
But now your 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 how I keep from going under.
[5th