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

Broken glass
pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't take the smell, I take 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 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 close to the
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
say what?]
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I from going under

Standing on the stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a
she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the back 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 in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the or the Sugar Ray fight
The collectors that ring my phone
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
stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered 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 teacher's a jerk, he think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
If I just got a job, to be a street sweeper
Id dance to the beat, my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps
Cause all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in land of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in front of the
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
Stabbed that man in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a new start
I can't walk through the park, cause 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 say: You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no state of
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because God knows what youll go through
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks like one great big way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be like 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 you're unemployed, all
Walking round like Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got up for a eight 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
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your
It was plain to see that your was lost
You was cold and your swung back 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, like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
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