| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV
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| Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy
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| "All my children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
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| Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
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| The bill collectors, they ring my phone
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| And scare my wife when I'm not home
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| Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
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| Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
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| Neon king kong standin' on my back
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| Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
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| A midrange migraine, cancered membrane
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| Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane
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| Don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge
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| I'm trying not to lose my head
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| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| A child is born, with no state of mind
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| Blind to the ways of mankind
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| God is smiling on you, but he's frowning too
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| Because only God knows what you go through
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| You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
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| And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
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| The places you play and where you stay
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| Looks like one great big alleyway
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| You'll admire all the number-book takers
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| Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
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| Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
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| And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
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| Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
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| Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
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| You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
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| But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
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| Now you're unemployed, all null and void
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| Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
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| Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
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| Got sent up for a eight-year bid
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| Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
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| Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
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| Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
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| Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
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| But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
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| Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
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| Don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge
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| I'm trying not to lose my head
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha
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| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under |