Jungle (feat. Lovey)

How I keep from going under, nah mean? It's wild out here They wonder why niggas smoke so much weed Drink so much Henny (How I keep from going under) It's crazy. Getting crazy, nah mean? Yo, I'm from where the days are short and the nights are long And when I'm stressed out, I'll write a song And analyze the right from wrong, I speak for half a million That fight like Israelis and Palestinians You dark enough? Watch the trees you barking up Dunn, they even locked Sharpton up, now that's some other shit The government is scandalous and try to cover shit I'm on some CNB, "keep on, my brother" shit There's a lot of pain in this grain that we go against Life's a dirty game, you either play a ho or pimp We the crack cats switching up the product And every week or two, another school getting shot up Little niggas turning killer at an early age Sending other little niggas to an early grave They always say that the good die young, specially in the hood I'm from Feel me It's like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under How I keep from going under (Ooh, child things are gonna get easier) It's like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under How I keep from going under (Child, things gon' get brighter) Yo, I don't know where to start, so I will where I am Sometimes in this world, I don't know where I stand I'm just trying to make bread and share with the fam And do what I gotta do take care of my fam, look One minute yo, getting ready for tour Next minute yo, out here getting ready for war The news be giving me the blues like BB King The thrill is gone, man, this life ain't no easy thing If it ain't one struggle, it's a-motherfucking-nother Everyday my sister having beef with mother Sometimes I say, "Fuck it, Dray, why even bother?" I'm still trying to work this shit out with my father My old lady say I stress too much A lot of shit be on the brain, I don't rest too much I guess, living in the Jungle got me uptight Trying to figure out a plan that got me up nights, man Yo, biggidi bill collectors, they ring my phone And scare my wife, when I'm not home (dah) I swear to God, these times is hard but I ain't giving in I'm trying to get to Heaven and out this Hell I'm living in And can't no man stop me, why, it's obvious They even gon' lock me up or pop me up We smoke weed and spill Henny They killed (?), but they ain't gon' kill Timmy Diggity McVeigh, I giggity gas stay Was trying to say, "Fuck my people," in direct-ly I say, "Fuck you," you can get touched too Cuz niggas in the hood, they gon' do what they must do We hustle, we just trying to get by Every day, yo, we talk shit and get high Understand, Life's A Bitch then you die But real niggas never die, only multiply Feel me Sometimes, it's gonna get hard 'Fore it to get easier Look forward, son It's gonna get brighter