The Message

The Message by Grandmaster Flash
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Its 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 cant take the smell, I cant 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 couldnt get far
Cause a man with a tow -truck repossessed my car

Dont push me cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh
Its 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
4th: say what?
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 couldnt make it on her own

Dont push me cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh- huh
2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh
4th: say what?
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

My brothers doing best on my mothers 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 Im not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I can't take the train to the job, theres a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane
Dont push me cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh
4th: say what?
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
My son said: ”Daddy I dont wonna go to school
Cause the teachers a jerk!”, he must think Im a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd 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 its all about money, aint 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
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I cant walkthrough the park, cause its crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jar
Hear them say: “You want some more livin on a seesaw?”

Dont push me cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
2nd and 5th: ah huh- huh-huh
4th: say what?
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you're playin', where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wonna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: “Im cool, Im no fool!”
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all non-void
Walking 'round like youre Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Dont push me cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh
4th: say what?
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under