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

Broken everywhere
pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't take the smell, I can't the noise no more
Got no to move out, I guess I got no choice
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 with a tow-truck my car

Don't push me cause I'm close to the
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep going under

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, the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her
at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back
She went to the and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My brother's bad took my mother's 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, double-digit
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the
Neon King Kong standin' on my
stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, 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 reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a sweeper
Id dance to the beat, shuffle my
Wear a and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this of milk and honey"
They that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
Stabbed man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel a outlaw, broke my last 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 frowning too
only God knows what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your eyes will sing a of deep hate
The places you play and you stay
Looks one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you grow up to be just 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 high
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round like you're Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what youve 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 and served like hell
one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and
But now your eyes 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.
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