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 wonder how I keep from going under. Broken glass everywhere, people pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care. I can't take the smell, 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 a 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. It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. Standing on the front scoop, hanging out the window, watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow. A crazy lady living in a bag, eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag hag, said she'd dance to Tango, skipped a life in Dango. A sitcom princess seemed to lost her senses, down at the peep show, watching all the creeps, so she could tell her stories to the girls back home. She went to the city and got so-so sedated, she had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own. Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head. 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 wonder how I keep from going under. My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's TV, says she watches too much, it's just not healthy. All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night, can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight. The bill collectors, they ring my phone, and scam my wife, when I'm not home. Got a bunk education, double digit inflation, can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station. On King Kong, standing on my back, can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac, a mid-range migraine, cancered membrane. Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane. Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head. 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 wonder how I keep from going under. It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. My son said, Daddy, I don't want to go to school, cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool. And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper, if I just got a job, learn to be a street sweeper. I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet, wear my shirt and tie, and run with the creeps. Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny, you got to have a con in this land of milk and honey. They pushed that girl in front of the train, took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again. Stabbed that man right in his heart, gave him a transplant for a brand new start. I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after dark. Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run. I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw. Hear them say, you want some more? Living on a seesaw. Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head. It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder 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, cause they hate the places you play and where you stay. Looks like one great big alleyway. You'll admire all the number book takers, thugs, pimps, and pushers, and the big money makers. Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens, and you want to grow up to be just like them. Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers, pickpocket 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 around like your pretty boy Floyd. Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did. Got sent up for a eight-year bid. Now your manhood is took, and you're a Maytag. Spend the next two years as an 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. Ha, ha, ha, ha. It's like a jungle sometimes. It makes me wonder how I keep from going under. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. It's like a jungle sometimes. It makes me wonder how I keep from going under. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Yo, Mel, you see that girl, man? Yeah, man. Yo, that sound like cowboy, man. Yo, what's up, buddy? Hey, where's Creole and Raheem at? Hey, layup's dance is coolin' out. So what's up for the night, y'all? Yo, we can go down to Fever, man. Go check out June, brother, man. Hey, yo, you know that girl, Betty? Yeah, man. Her mom's got rods, man. What? Yeah, she got hurt. When did this happen? When did this happen? Yo, freeze. Don't nobody move nothing. Y'all know what this is. Get him up. Get him up. Yo, man, we down with Ramblin' with the Flash and the Fever. What is that, a gang? No, man. Hey, shut up. I don't wanna hear your mouth. Yo, shut up.