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

Broken everywhere
People on the stairs, you know they just dont care
I can't the smell, I can't take the noise 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 with a 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
[2nd and ah huh-huh-huh]
say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me
How I keep going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it me wonder
How I keep from under

Standing on the front stoop, 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 Zircon Princess seemed to her senses
Down at the peepshow, all the creeps
So she can the stories to the girls back home
She to the city and got So-So-So Ditty
She had to get a pimp, she make it on her own

[2nd

My brother's bad took 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 Ray fight
The collectors that ring my phone
And scare my when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
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, broke my
A migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I hijack a plane

Chorus]

My son Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
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
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 that girl in front of the
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on
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, cause got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last jaw
Hear them You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw

Chorus]

A child is born no state of mind
Blind to the of mankind
God is on you but he's frowning too
Because only God what youll go through
Youll grow in the ghetto, living rate
And eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The you play and where you stay
Looks like one big alley way
You'll admire all the number takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big makers
Driving big cars, spending and tens
And you grow 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 school
Now unemployed, all non-void
Walking round like Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, what youve done did
Got sent up for a 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 hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your
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 fast and 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.
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