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88 North - The Message

(Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message Cover) 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 stage, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, can't take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, broke dudes in the back Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat I tried to get away but I couldn't get far 'Cause the man with the judge repossessed my car Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm tryin' not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Standing on the front stool, hanging out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow A crazy lady, livin' in the bag, eating out of garbage pales, used to be a... Searchin' has to tangle, skip the life and dangle 'Cause you're gon' print to sing they lost us so soon Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so, so, so dizzy 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 tryin' not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under My brother's doin' best on my mother's TV Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray Fight The bill collectors that ring my phone And scare my wife when I'm not home Got a flunk education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station Neon King Kong standing on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Mid-range migraine, cancered membranes Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane, I swear I might hijack a plane Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm tryin' not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under My son said, "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school" 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper 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've got to have a car 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 can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last last jaw Hear them say: "You want some more?" Living on a see-saw Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm tryin' 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 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 he's frowning too Because only God knows what you gon' do You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway You'll admire all the number booktakers Those pencil pushers and the big moneymakers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now you're unemployed, all null and void Walking 'round like you're pretty boy Floyd Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did God sent up for an eight year bid Now your man who mistook in you, and make time Spend the next two years as an undercover rat Being used and abused to serve like hell 'Til one day you will find him dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost 'Cause you was cold and your body swung back and forth But now yeah, I sing the sad, sad song Of how you live so fast and die so young So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm tryin' 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 wonder how I keep from going under