Life Is A Jungle

I'm a artist

I'm sorry, I can't help it

I'm sensitive

I mean, I'm sensitive to my environment

I wish I could turn it off, but

It's the

The thing that makes me breathe

Life is a jungle, a maze

Life is abundant

Give thanks

Christ keep us humble

His ways

Might free us, light up our path

Some days I ask for restraint

Some days I stand up and raise my weary hands to the sky

My teary eyes see a picture that I'm so desperate to change

Hope keep on passing me by

Slip through the crack of my hands

Ask why I live in the LAnd

To see my vision displayed, I put it all on the canvas

I cannot miss what I say

They think it's all glitz and glamour

Look at the way I was raised

I can't take nothing for granted

Marble floor foyer, we standing

Homeless is outside, just camping

Am I the only one scanning?

Living la vida, we loco

Some models loving the coca

It ain't my business I'm so de–

–lighted to live how I wanna

Politicians come divide us with ease

With propaganda 'cause they actions never match what they speak

They wanna keep us distracted

Promise to lower taxes and groceries?

You see we

You see we

Ayy

You see we dying for eggs

One man worth more than a country

You'd rather fight me instead

They got you amped off of pronouns

While they pronouncing you dead

All of that outrage escaped up out of the side of your head

We all aboard on this vessel

No one's alone, I confess

The maid a immigrant too

Who else gon' clean up the mess?

At least for less than a couple dollars than you would accept

I'm tryna give 'em the truth

They'd rather sweet lies instead

Okay, let's get in the booth

Whip up some melodies, yes

Okay, let's get in the groove

Okay, let's get In the groove

In the groove