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

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

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the fandango
The Zircon seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the back home
She to the city and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't it on her own

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My brother's doing bad took my TV
Says she too much, its just not healthy
All My in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors that my phone
And my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might a plane

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My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
If I got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Id to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the
Cause all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of 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 can't through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last jaw
them say: You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no state of
Blind to the of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
only God knows what youll go through
Youll in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a of deep hate
The places you play and where you
Looks like one big alley way
You'll admire all the book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, spending twenties and
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 high
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned kid, look what youve done did
Got sent up for a eight bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
Spent the two years as a undercover fag
Being and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found dead in your cell
It was plain to see your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and
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 a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
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