Jungle we rock to live.

On the streets of beasts we reside, rocking in the jungle flickering at the darkness with eyes filled by tears weak and wink, young pal boy awakened by the nightmares had last the smiles, and picked the good gold miles to taking him extra miles. On the street of juba we rock to moved with words seeping onto minds like winds with hand softened by the touches of love when in us traveled the jungle tale.. we rock be us! we rock to stand tall. on the street of wink where eyes link it sights there is songs of mourning and grief chirping like jungle's wild dog on the mountain kunjur sink the hope under the slope of satan; the jungle we rock to live has been a home for angry ghost, that bleed its eyes to smell the blood ran on the street. we rock under the mountain of satan, we rock in the eyes of beasts. the jungle we rock to live.