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

glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just care
I can't the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I I got no choice
Rats in the front room, in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a bat
I tried to get away, but I get far
'Cause a man with a repossessed my car

Don't push me I'm close to the edge
I'm not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah
[4th: say
It's like a sometimes it makes me wonder
How I from going under
like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Crazy livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of pails, she used to be a fag-hag
she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Princess 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 and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My doing bad took my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, its just not
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at
Can't see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors that ring my
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, inflation
Can't take the train to the job, a strike at the station
King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, membrane
I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

[3rd

My son said: Daddy, I don't go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he 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 to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the
it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of and honey"
They pushed that girl in front of the
Took her to the doctor, her arm on again
that man right in his heart
Gave him a for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause 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 of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but frowning too
Because only God what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And your eyes sing a song of deep hate
The places you and where you stay
like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, 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 round like you're Pretty Boy
stickup kid, look what youve done did
Got up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a
Spent the two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused and served like
'Til one day you was found hung dead in cell
It was plain to see that your 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 like a sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.
[5th