It’s like a jungle sometimes, makes me wonder how I keep from going under my sea

Broken glass, everywhere

The ghetto’s like an open gash you can’t repair

And if you can’t take the smell and the noise there’s no choice

You can tell people dwellin’ in hell with no voice

Rats, roaches, pickpockets and smokers and doughboys

Approach us promoting a way to cope with the bullshit

While pedophiles preach at the pulpit

A ghetto child come to school and he packing a full clip

Those who let crime take them under

Fall victim to the symptoms of time and they slumber

I keep it humble in kind in case I blunder

‘Cause the cities like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

I think I’m losing my mind, I’m too touchy

I’m standing too close to the edge, so don’t push me

Yeah

It’s like a jungle sometimes, the inner city’s like a jungle sometimes

It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under my seat

To get it in a

My rhyme penetrates

The time illustrates

Crime infested living space is really prime real estate

They will facilitate the suburb dwellers

And so they plot to take the property they prefer better

They serve letters of eviction

Transforming a grim slum

Into condominiums too much for lower income living

Give them vouchers and hotel certificates

To welfare recipients they kick them off the premises!

Politicians organize a mass exodus of lower class residents way past the city limits

No education, quadruple digit inflation, and now

They takin’ homes through regentifrication

Man

Those who let crime take them under

Fall victim to the symptoms of time and they slumber

I had to struggle with mine so take a number

‘Cause the cities like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

I think I’m losing my mind, I’m too touchy

I’m standing too close to the edge, so don’t push me

Yeah

It’s like a jungle sometimes, the inner city’s like a jungle sometimes

It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under my seat

[My Son Jeru Salaam]

And my son said

Daddy I don’t wanna go to school

Cause my father’s a rapper and most rappers are fools

And all my friends smoke reefer

It’d be easier and cheaper

If I joined the armed service, learn to shoot a street sweeper

[Chali 2na]

Okay

It’s hard to beat the street and compete with the elite

Every man needs to think if you can handle the heat

Cause it’s all about money

Ain’t a damn thing funny

And I ain’t gon’ let these suckers take a damn thing from me

A man parked his car, in front of the train

Killed more than 11 people but he got out and ran

Oscar grant got shot by a cop on the BART

And the cop got two years and a brand new star

Can’t walk through the park ‘cause it’s crazy after dark

Daily sound when guns bark, bodies found and some not

TSA is a migraine, surveillance and spy planes

And if you got an Arabic name, they think you might hijack the plane!

Those who let crime take them under

Fall victim to the symptoms of time and they slumber

See I’m that one with the rhyme, I bring the thunder

‘Cause the city's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

I think I’m losing my mind I’m too touchy

I’m standing too close to the edge so don’t push me

Yeah

It’s like a jungle sometimes, it’s like a jungle sometimes

It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under my seat