Welcome to the Jungle
Jay - Z & West Kanye Lyrics

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, yeah, yeah
We're entering a chaotic and unpredictable environment where anything can happen.

(I asked her where she wanna be when she 25 She turned around and looked at me and said “alive”)
When asked about her future aspirations, she simply wants to survive and be alive at the age of 25.

Black Axl Rose, move halfs and wholes Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears Work pots and pans, just to cop me some Airs
I am like the rockstar Axl Rose, able to move anything and everything in this jungle. Come find me and I'll make it happen. I work hard, even for the small things like buying new shoes.

My uncle died, my daddy did too Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move My nephew gone, my heart is torn Sometimes I look to the sky, ask why I was born
I have suffered significant loss and trauma, to the point where it's hard for me to go on. I often question why I even exist.

My faith in God, every day is hard Every night is worse, that’s why I pray so hard Why I pray so hard, this is crazy God Just when I thought I had everything, I lost it all
Despite hardships, I still rely on my faith to get me through. I've experienced so much loss that it feels like God is messing with me.

So que sera, get a case of Syrah Let it chase the pain, before it goes too far
Whatever will be, will be. I'll just drink my wine and hope it numbs the pain before it gets too overwhelming.

My dreams is big, reality set in Let off a clip from an automatic weapon Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn’t make it
I had big dreams, but the harsh reality of life set in. I shot my way out of a situation, but someone still died in Las Vegas despite their best efforts.

I’m a tortured soul, I live in disguise Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5 I died in my sleep, I’m still Big Pimpin' I ball at the mall, beginning of the ending
I am constantly struggling with inner demons and am always hiding who I really am. I pay tribute to Michael Jackson and continue to live on as a legend even in death. I spend money frivolously but it feels like my life is coming to an end.

Where the fuck is the sun? It’s been a while Momma, look at ya son, what happened to my smile? My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket I’m just looking for love, I know somebody got it
Things have been dark and gloomy for too long. My mother sees the sadness in my eyes and wonders what happened to her happy son. My tears are permanent and my gang affiliation is always with me, but I still yearn for love and hope someone has it for me.

Champagne for the pain, weed for the low Goddamn I’m so high, where the fuck did I go? I’m losing myself, I’m stuck in the moment I look in the mirror, my only opponent
I drink champagne to numb the pain and turn to weed when I'm down. I feel like I'm high all the time and don't even know where my life is going. I'm losing control and feel like my only enemy is myself.

Where the fuck is the press? Where the fuck is the Pres? Either they don't know or don’t care, I’m fucking depressed No crying in public, just lying to judges Risking my life, I’m already dying, so fuck it well
I feel like I'm not getting the attention I deserve and nobody cares about my struggles. I can't show weakness in public so I lie to those in power. My life is already at risk, so I might as well live it however I want at this point.

Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well, goddammit
This jungle is intense and overwhelming, leading me to express frustration and annoyance.