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

glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the no more
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no
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
'Cause a man with a tow-truck 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]
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep from under
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep going under

on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, as the breezes blow
Crazy livin' in a bag
out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she 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 girls back
She went to the city and got So-So-So
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 game or the Sugar Ray
The bill collectors ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, a strike at the station
Neon Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, my sacroiliac
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a

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My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
If I just got a job, learned to be a sweeper
Id to the beat, shuffle my feet
a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed girl in front of the train
her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk through the park, it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my glass jaw
Hear them You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

[4th

A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows what go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your eyes will sing a 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 makers
big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars,
Pickpockets, even 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 stickup kid, what youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a fag
Being used and abused and served like
'Til one day you was hung dead in your cell
It was to see that your life was lost
You was and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so

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.
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