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It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
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
Rats in the front room, cockroaches in the
Junkie's in the alley a baseball bat
I to get away, but I couldn't get far
a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don't me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to my head, ah huh-huh-huh
and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from under
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I from going 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 used to be a
Said she danced the tango, skipped the 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 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
even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill that ring my phone
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the
Neon King Kong on my back
Can't stop to turn around, my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must 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 sweeper
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 damn thing
You got to have a con in this of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in of the train
Took her to the doctor, her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his
Gave him a transplant for a brand new
I can't walk through the park, cause it's after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, 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

Chorus]

A child is with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of
God is smiling on you but frowning too
only God knows what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, second rate
And your eyes sing a song of deep hate
The you play and where you stay
Looks one great big alley way
admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money
Driving big cars, spending twenties and
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 up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all
Walking like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look youve done did
Got sent up for a year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a
Spent the next two years as a fag
used and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was
You was cold and body swung back and forth
But now your sing the sad, sad song
Of how you so fast 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.
[5th