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

Broken glass
People 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 a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
a man with 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
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I from going under
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from under

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
lady livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light
The Zircon seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the
So she can the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My brother's doing bad my mother's TV
Says she 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 wife I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King standin' on my back
Can't to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
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 smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street
Id dance to the beat, shuffle my
Wear a and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a thing funny
You got to have a con in land of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in of the train
her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
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 like a outlaw, broke my glass jaw
Hear them say: You some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is born with no state of
to the ways of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your eyes sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and you stay
Looks like one big alley way
You'll all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, and the big money makers
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, even panhandlers
You I'm cool, I'm no fool!
But then you wind up out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your manhood is took and a Maytag
the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and and served like hell
'Til one day you was found hung in your cell
It was to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad
Of how you lived so fast and died so

So don't 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 going under.
[5th