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Grandmaster Flash - The Message. From album "The Message"Lyrics:It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underBroken glass everywherePeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just dont careI can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no moreGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkie's in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away, but I couldn't get far'Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my carChorus:Don't push me cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh][4th: say what?]It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underStanding on the front stoop, hangin' out the windowWatching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blowCrazy lady livin' in a bagEatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hagSaid she danced the tango, skipped the light fandangoThe Zircon Princess seemed to lost her sensesDown at the peepshow, watching all the creepsSo she can tell the stories to the girls back homeShe went to the city and got Social SecurityShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own[2nd Chorus]My brother's doing bad on my mother's TVSays she watches too much, its just not healthyAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas at nightCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fightThe bill collectors they ring my phoneAnd scare my wife when I'm not homeGot a bum education, double-digit inflationCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the stationNeon King Kong standin' on my backCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliacA mid-range migraine, cancered membraneSometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane[3rd Chorus]My son said: Daddy, I don't wanna go to schoolCause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a foolAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaperIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeperId dance to the beat, shuffle my feetWear a shirt and tie and run with the creepsCause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funnyYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honey"They pushed that girl in front of the trainTook her to the doctor, sewed her arm on againStabbed that man right in his heartGave him a transplant for a brand new startI can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after darkKeep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the runI feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jawHear them say: You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw[4th Chorus]A child is born with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smiling on you but he's frowning tooBecause only God knows what youll go throughYoull grow in the ghetto, living second rateAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hateThe places you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alley wayYou'll admire all the number book takersThugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makersDriving big cars, spending twenties and tensAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpockets, peddlers even panhandlersYou say: I'm cool, I'm no fool!But then you wind up dropping out of high schoolNow you're unemployed, all non-voidWalking round like you're Pretty Boy FloydTurned stickup kid, look what youve done didGot sent up for a eight year bidNow your manhood is took and you're a MaytagSpent the next two years as a undercover fagBeing used and abused to serve like hell'Til one day you was found hung dead in your cellIt was plain to see that your life was lostYou was cold and your body swung back and forthBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so young[5th Chorus]