์ด ๋ฌธ์„œ์˜ ์›๋ณธ์€ ์™ธ๋ถ€ ์œ„ํ‚ค์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

1. ๊ฐœ์š”2. ์ƒ์„ธ3. ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ

1. ๊ฐœ์š”[ํŽธ์ง‘]

2. ์ƒ์„ธ[ํŽธ์ง‘]

๋™๋ช…์˜ ์•จ๋ฒ”์— ์ˆ˜๋ก๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํž™ํ•ฉ ์—ญ์‚ฌ์ƒ ์ตœ์ดˆ๋กœ ๋…ธ๋ž˜ ์ „์ฒด๋ฅผ ํ• ์• ํ•˜์—ฌ ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ํ‘์ธ๋“ค์ด ์ฒ˜ํ•œ ์•”์šธํ•œ ์‚ฌํšŒ ํ˜„์‹ค๋“ค์„ ์ •๋ฉด์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ ค[2] ํผ๋ธ”๋ฆญ ์—๋„ˆ๋ฏธ, N.W.A, ๋ ˆ์ด์ง€ ์–ด๊ฒŒ์ธ์ŠคํŠธ ๋” ๋จธ์‹  ๋“ฑ์ด ๋ถ€๋ฅธ ์ •์น˜์ ์ธ ๋žฉ์— ์ƒ๋‹นํ•œ ์˜ํ–ฅ์„ ๋ผ์ณค๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ช‡ ๋งค์ฒด์—์„œ ์—ญ๋Œ€ ์ตœ๊ณ ์˜ ๋žฉ ๋…ธ๋ž˜ 1์œ„๋ฅผ, ๋กค๋ง ์Šคํ†ค ์„ ์ • 500๋Œ€ ๋ช…๊ณก์—์„œ ํž™ํ•ฉ ๊ณก ์ค‘์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋†’์€ 51์œ„์— ๋žญํฌ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

1997๋…„์— ํŽ ๋Œ€๋””์™€ ๋ฉ”์ด์Šค์˜ ๋Œ€ํžˆํŠธ๊ณก Can't Nobody Hold Me Down์— ์ƒ˜ํ”Œ๋ง๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

3. ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ[ํŽธ์ง‘]

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.

Broken glass everywhere
์–ด๋””๋‚˜ ์œ ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊นจ์ ธ์žˆ๊ณ 
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ๊ณ„๋‹จ์—๋‹ค ์‰ฌ๋ฅผ ์‹ธ์ง€, ์•Œ๋‹ค์‹œํ”ผ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์•ˆ ์จ
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๋ฅผ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด, ์†Œ์Œ์„ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด.
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ๋ˆ์ด ์—†๊ธฐ์— ์„ ํƒ์˜ ์—ฌ์ง€๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
์•ž๋ฐฉ์—๋Š” ์ฅ, ๋’ค์—๋Š” ๋ฐ”ํ€ด๋ฒŒ๋ ˆ
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
๋ณต๋„์—” ์•ผ๊ตฌ๋ฐฉ๋ง์ด ๋“  ์•ฝ์Ÿ์ด
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
๋„๋ง๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
๊ฒฌ์ธ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ๋Œ๊ณ  ์˜จ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐ”๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ.

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
๋ฐ€์ง€๋งˆ ๋‚œ ๋ฒผ๋ž‘ ๋์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ,
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha
์ •์‹  ์žƒ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด, ํ•˜-ํ•˜
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
ํ˜„๊ด€ ์•ž์— ์„œ ์žˆ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์ฐฝ๊ฐ€์— ์„œ์„ฑ์ด๋ฉด์„œ
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์ฐจ๋“ค์„ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ฐป๋ฐ”๋žŒ์— ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง€๋ฅด๋Š”
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์— ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๋ฏธ์นœ ์—ฌ์ž
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
์“ฐ๋ ˆ๊ธฐํ†ต์„ ๋’ค์ ธ ๋จน๊ณ , ๊ฒŒ์ด์™€ ์นœํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ง€๋‚ด์ง€
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
ํƒฑ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์ถœ๊ฑฐ์ง€๋งŒ ํŒ๋‹น๊ณ ๋Š” ๊ฑด๋„ˆ ๋›ธ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ๋˜
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
๊ฐ€์งœ ๊ณต์ฃผ๋‹˜์€ ์ œ ์ •์‹ ์ด ์•„๋‹Œ ๋ชจ์–‘์ด์•ผ
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
๋‹ค์šดํƒ€์šด ์ŠคํŠธ๋ฆฝ ์‡ผ์—์„  ์˜จ๊ฐ– ๋†ˆ๋“ค์„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ์—
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ง‘์— ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€์„œ ์†Œ๋…€๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์–˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ง€
She went to the city and got so-so seditty
๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋„์‹œ๋กœ ๊ฐ”๊ณ  ๊ทธ์ € ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ฑฐ๋งŒํ•ด์ ธ
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ธฐ๋‘ฅ์„œ๋ฐฉ์„ ๊ตฌํ•ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ์–ด ํ˜ผ์ž์„œ๋Š” (๋งค์ถ˜์„) ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๊ธฐ์—

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
๋ฐ€์ง€๋งˆ ๋‚œ ๋ฒผ๋ž‘ ๋์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ,
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha
์ •์‹  ์žƒ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด, ํ•˜-ํ•˜
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.

My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
์šฐ๋ฆฌ ํ˜•์€ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“์„ ํ•ด ์—„๋งˆ TV๋ฅผ ํ›”์ณค์–ด
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณค TV๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์ด ๋ณด๊ธฐ์— ๊ฑด๊ฐ•์— ์•ˆ ์ข‹๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•ด
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
๋‚ฎ์—๋Š” All My Children(๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ)์„ ๋ณด๊ณ , ๋ฐค์—๋Š” Dallas(๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ)๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋Š”๋ฐ
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
์ด์   ์Šˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ ˆ์ด(๊ถŒํˆฌ ์„ ์ˆ˜)์˜ ๊ฒฝ๊ธฐ๋„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
์ˆ˜๊ธˆ์›์€ ๋‚ด ํฐ์œผ๋กœ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์–ด
And scare my wife when I'm not home
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘์— ์—†์„ ๋•Œ ๋‚ด ์™€์ดํ”„๋ฅผ ๊ฒ์ฃผ์ง€
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
์‹ธ๊ตฌ๋ ค ๊ต์œก์„ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ๋‘ ์ž๋ฆฟ์ˆ˜ ๋ฌผ๊ฐ€ ์ƒ์Šน์—
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
์ผํ•˜๋Ÿฌ ๊ธฐ์ฐจ ํƒˆ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์—†์ง€ ์—ญ์—” ํŒŒ์—…์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ์–ด
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
๋‚ด ๋’ค์—” ๋„ค์˜จ ํ‚น์ฝฉ์ด ์„œ ์žˆ์–ด
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
๋’ค๋Œ์•„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฉˆ์ถœ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์—†์ง€. ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํœ˜์ž–์•„
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
์ค‘๊ฐ„ ๋‹จ๊ณ„์˜ ํŽธ๋‘ํ†ต, ์•”๊ฑธ๋ฆฐ ์„ธํฌ๋ง‰
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
๊ฐ€๋” ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฏธ์ณ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„
I swear I might hijack a plane
๋งน์„ธ์ปจ๋ฐ ๋น„ํ–‰๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ฉ์น˜ํ• ์ง€๋„ ๋ชฐ๋ผ

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
๋ฐ€์ง€๋งˆ ๋‚œ ๋ฒผ๋ž‘ ๋์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ,
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha
์ •์‹  ์žƒ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด, ํ•˜-ํ•˜
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.

My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
์•„๋“ค์ด ๋งํ•ด, "์•„๋น , ํ•™๊ต ๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ์‹ซ์–ด์š”"
'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
์„ ์ƒ์ด ๋ณ‘์‹ ์ด์˜ˆ์š”. ๋‚  ๋ฐ”๋ณด๋กœ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋Š”๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์–ด์š”
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋“  ์–˜๋“ค์ด ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํ”ผ์›Œ์š” ์‹ธ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์ฃ 
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฒญ์†Œ๋ถ€๊ฐ€ ๋˜๋Š” ๋ฒ•์„ ๋ฐฐ์›Œ์„œ ์ง์—…์„ ์–ป๋Š”๋‹ค๋ฉด
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
๋น„ํŠธ์— ์ถค์„ ์ถ”๊ณ  ๋ฐœ๋กœ ์…”ํ”Œ์„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
์…”์ธ ์™€ ๋„ฅํƒ€์ด๋ฅผ ์ž…๊ณ  ์ƒˆ๋ผ๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋‹ฌ๋ฆด๊บผ์˜ˆ์š”
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
์ด๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์•ผ, ์›ƒ๊ธฐ์ง€๋„ ์•Š์ง€
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
์ด ์ –๊ณผ ๊ฟ€์ด ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋•…์—์„œ ๋„Œ ์ฃ„๋ฅผ ์ง€์–ด์•ผ๋˜
They pushed that girl in front of the train
๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๊ธฐ์ฐจ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์—ฌ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ฐ€๊ณ 
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
์˜์‚ฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€์„œ ํŒ”์„ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฟฐ๋งค์ง€
Stabbed that man right in his heart
๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์„ ์ •ํ™•ํžˆ ์ฐ”๋Ÿฌ์„œ
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
์™„์ „ํžˆ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์‹œ์ž‘์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ด์‹ํ•˜์ง€
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
๊ณต์›์€ ๊ฑธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด, ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์ง€๋ฉด ๋ฏธ์นœ ๊ณณ์ด๋ผ
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
๋‚ด ์†์—” ํ•ญ์ƒ ์ด์ด ์žˆ์ง€, ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋„๋ง์น˜๋Š” ๋‚  ์žก์„๊นŒ๋ด
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
๋ฒ• ๋ฐ–์— ์‚ฌ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„. ์ตœ๊ทผ์—” ๋‚ด ์œ ๋ฆฌํ„ฑ์ด ๊นจ์กŒ์ง€
Hear them say "you want some more?"
๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค "๋” ํ•˜๊ธธ ์›ํ•˜๋‹ˆ?"
Livin' on a see-saw
์‹œ์†Œ ์œ„์—์„œ ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด


Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
๋ฐ€์ง€๋งˆ ๋‚œ ๋ฒผ๋ž‘ ๋์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ,
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha
์ •์‹  ์žƒ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด, ํ•˜-ํ•˜
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.

A child is born with no state of mind
์•„์ด๋Š” ์ œ๋Œ€๋กœ๋œ ๋งˆ์Œ๊ฐ€์ง์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚˜
Blind to the ways of mankind
์ธ๋ฅ˜๊ฐ€ ํ•ด์˜จ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•๋“ค์— ์–ด๋‘ก์ง€
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
์‹ ์€ ๋„ˆ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฏธ์†Œ ์ง“์ง€๋งŒ, ์ฐก๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋„ํ•ด
Because only God knows what you'll go through
์‹ ๋งŒ์ด ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ฒช์„ ์ผ์„ ์•Œ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์ง€
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
๋„ˆ๋Š” ๊ฒŒํ† ์—์„œ ์ž๋ผ 2๋“ฑ ์‹œ๋ฏผ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ด๊บผ์•ผ
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋„ˆ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ๊นŠ์€ ๋ฏธ์›€์œผ๋กœ ๋…ธ๋ž  ๋ถ€๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง€
The places you play and where you stay
๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋…ธ๋Š” ์žฅ์†Œ์™€ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ณณ์€
Looks like one great big alleyway
๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜ ๊ณจ๋ชฉ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณด์—ฌ
You'll admire all the number-book takers
๋„ˆ๋Š” ๋ถํ…Œ์ด์ปค[3],
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
ํญ๋ ฅ๋ฐฐ, ๊ธฐ๋‘ฅ์„œ๋ฐฉ, ๋ถˆ๋ฒ•๋„๋ฐ•๊พผ, ํฐ ๋ˆ ๋งŒ์ง€๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ(๋งˆ์•ฝํŒŒ๋Š” ๋†ˆ)์„ ์กด๊ฒฝํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ ๊บผ์•ผ
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
ํฐ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ํƒ€๊ณ  ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๋ฉฐ 20๋‹ฌ๋Ÿฌ์™€ 10๋‹ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋“ค์„ ๋ฟŒ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋ง์ด์ง€
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋„Œ ์ปค์„œ ๊ทธ๋“ค๊ณผ ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์ด ๋˜๊ธธ ์›ํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€?
Huh, smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
ํ . (ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ) ๋ฐ€์ˆ˜์—…์ž, ๋งˆ์•ฝ๋ฐฐ๋‹ฌ์›, ๊ฐ•๋„, ๋„๋ฐ•๊พผ
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
์†Œ๋งค์น˜๊ธฐ, ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๊ฑฐ์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ ๊บผ์•ผ
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
๋„Œ ๋งํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€. "๋‚œ ๋ฉ‹์ ธ, ๋‚œ ๋ฐ”๋ณด๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ"
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋„ˆ๋Š” ๊ณ ๋“ฑํ•™๊ต๋ฅผ ์ค‘๊ฐ„์— ๊ทธ๋งŒ๋‘์ง€
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
์ด์   ๋„ˆ๋Š” ์ง์—…๋„ ์—†๊ณ  ๊ฐ€์น˜๋„ ์—†๋Š”
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
ํ”„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ ๋ณด์ด ํ”Œ๋กœ์ด๋“œ[4] ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋Œ์•„๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ์ง€
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
์ด๋“  ๊ฐ•๋„๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ํ•œ ์ง“์„ ๋ด
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
8๋…„ํ˜•์„ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊ฒ ์ง€
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
์ด์ œ ๋„ˆ์˜ ๋‚จ์„ฑ์„ฑ์€ ๋บ๊ธฐ๊ณ (๊ฐ•๊ฐ„ ๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ ) ๋„ˆ๋Š” Maytag[5]์ด ๋ผ.
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
๋‹ค์Œ 2๋…„๊ฐ„์€ ๊ฒŒ์ด์ž„์„ ์ˆจ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ์ง€๋‚ด

Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
์ง€์˜ฅ๊ฐ™์ด ๋ณต์ข…ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์†Œ๋ชจ๋˜๊ณ  ํ•™๋Œ€๋˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€
Till one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
์–ด๋А๋‚  ๋„Œ ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์—์„œ ๋ชฉ์ด ๋งค์—ฌ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ๋์ง€
It was plain to see that your life was lost
๋„ˆ์˜ ์‚ถ์„ ์žƒ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๊ฑธ ์•„๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ฐ„๋‹จํ•ด
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
๋„Œ ์ฐจ๊ฐ‘๊ฒŒ ์‹์–ด ๋ชธ์ด ์•ž๋’ค๋กœ ํ”๋“ค๋ฆฌ์ง€
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
์ด์ œ ๋„ˆ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ์Šฌํ”„๋”” ์Šฌํ”ˆ ๋…ธ๋ž  ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์กฐ์ˆ™ํ•ด์กŒ๊ณ  ์–ด๋ ค์„œ ์ฃฝ์—ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ

So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋ฐ€์ง€๋งˆ ๋‚œ ๋ฒผ๋ž‘ ๋์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ,
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha
์ •์‹  ์žƒ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด, ํ•˜-ํ•˜
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
๊ฐ€๋” ์ •๊ธ€๊ฐ™์• , ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ‘๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๋Š”์ง€ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•ด.
[1] ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ฉค๋ฒ„๋“ค ์ค‘ ์ด ๋…ธ๋ž˜์˜ ์ž‘๊ณก๊ณผ ๋…น์Œ์— ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋žฉํผ์ธ '๋ฉœ๋ฆฌ ๋ฉœ'(Melle Mel) ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋ฟ์ด๋‹ค. DJ์ธ ๊ทธ๋žœ๋“œ๋งˆ์Šคํ„ฐ ํ”Œ๋ž˜์‹œ(์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋„ ํž™ํ•ฉ์˜ ์ฐฝ์‹œ์ž ์ค‘ ํ•œ๋ช…์ด๋‹ค.)๋ฅผ ํฌํ•จํ•œ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€๋Š” ๊ณก ๋งจ ๋์˜ ์Šคํ‚ท์—์„œ ์ถœ์—ฐํ•œ ๊ฒƒ ๋ง๊ณค ํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ์—†๋‹ค.(...)
[2] ์ด์ „์—๋„ ์—†๋˜ ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‹จํŽธ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์–ธ๊ธ‰ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์— ๋ถˆ๊ณผํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
[3] ๋„๋ฐ•์žฅ์—์„œ ๋„๋ฐ•ํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„๊ณผ ๋นŒ๋ฆฐ ๋ˆ์˜ ์ˆซ์ž๋ฅผ ์ ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ
[4] ๋Œ€๊ณตํ™ฉ์‹œ๋Œ€์˜ ์œ ๋ช…ํ•œ ์€ํ–‰๊ฐ•๋„
[5] ๊ฐ•๊ฐ„ํ”ผํ•ด์ž์ธ ์œ ๋ช…์ธ์‚ฌ ์ธ๋“ฏ.