TheMessage

The Message by Grandmaster Flash

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Broken glass everywhere

People pissing on the stairs' you know they just don't care

I can't take the smell' I can't take the noise

Got no money to move out' I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room' roaches in the back

Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat

I tried to get away' but I couldn't get far

Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head' ah huh-huh-huh

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop' hangin' out the window

Watching all the cars go by' roaring as the breezes blow

Crazy lady livin' in her bag

Eating out of garbage piles' used to be a fag-hag

Such a nice to tango' skipped her life and then go

In search of her prince it seemed she lost her senses

Down at the peepshow' watching all the creeps

So she can tell the stories to the girls back home

She went to the city and got social security

She had to get a pimp' she couldn't make it on her own

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head' ah huh-huh-huh

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

My brother's doing best on my mother's TV

She says: “You watch it too much' it's just not healthy ”

“All My Children” in the daytime' “Dallas” at night

Can even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight

The bill collectors they ring my phone

And scare my wife when I'm not home

Got a bum education' double-digit inflation

I can't take the train to the job' there's a strike at the station

Neon King Kong standin' on my back

Can't stop to turn around' broke my sacroiliac

A mid-ranged migraine' cancered membrane

Sometimes I think I'm going insane' I swear I might hijack a plane

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonde

How I keep from going under

My son said: ”Daddy I don't wonna go to school

Cause the teacher's a jerk ”' he must think I'm a fool

And all the kids smoke **' I think it'd be cheaper

If I just got a job' learned to be a street sweeper

I'll dance to the beat' shuffle my feet

Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps

Cause it's all about money' ain't a damn thing funny

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

They pushed that girl in front of the train