It's like jungle a sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Broken glass everywhere

People pissing on the stairs' you know they just caredon

I can't take the smell I can't take the noise

Got no money to move out' I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room' roaches in the back

Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat

I tried to get away' but I couldn't get far

Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head' ah huh-huh-huh

It's like a jungle sometimes it me makes wonder

How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop' hangin' out the window

Watching all the cars go by' roaring as the breezes blow

Crazy lady livin' in her bag

Eating out of garbage piles' used to be a fag-hag

Such a nice to tango' skipped her life and then go

In search of her prince it seemed she lost her senses

Down at the peepshow' watching all the creeps

So she can tell the stories to the back girls home

She went to the city and social got security

She had to get a pimp' she couldn't it make on her own

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head' seven

It's jungle like a sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

My brother's doing best on my mother's TV

She says: “You it watch too much' it's just not healthy ”

“All My Childrenin ” the daytime' “Dallas” at night

Can even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight

The bill collectors they ring my phone

And scare my wife when I'm not home

Got a bum education' double-digit inflation

I can't take the train to the job' there's a strike at the station

Neon King Kong standin' on my back

Can't stop to turn broke around' my sacroiliac

A mid-ranged migraine' cancered membrane

Sometimes I think I'm going might insane' hijack I a swear plane

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head seven

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonde

How I keep from going under

A child is born with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

God is smiling on you but he's frowning too

Because only God knows what you'll go through

You'll grow in the ghetto' living second rate

And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate

The places you're playin' where you stay

Looks like one great big alley way

You'll admire all the number book takers

Thugs' pimps' pushers and the big money makers

Driving big cars' spending twenties and tens

And you wonna grow up to be just like them' huh'

Smugglers' scrambles' burglars' gamblers

Pickpockets' peddlers even panhandlers

You say: “I'm cool' I'm no fool ”

But then you wind up dropping out of high school

Now you're unemployed' all non-void

Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd

Turned stickup kid' look what you've done did

Got sent up for a eight year bid

Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag

Spend the next two years as a undercover fag

Being used and abused to serve like hell

Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell

It was plain to see that your life was lost

You was cold and your body swung back and forth

But now your eyes sing the sad' sad song

Of how you lived 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' ah huh-huh-huh

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Ah huh-huh-huh

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

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