The Message (Re-Recorded / Remastered) 2010 Grandmaster Flash; The Furious Five
TracksThe Message (Re-Recorded / Remastered)

Artist: Grandmaster Flash; The Furious Five

Album: Summer Hits Of The '80s (Re-Recorded / Remastered Versions)

Release time: 01-04-2010

The Message (Re-Recorded Remastered Version) - Grandmaster Flash

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 no more

Got no money to move out

I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room

Cockroaches in the back

Junkie's in the alley with a 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 a bag

Eatin' out of garbage pails

She used to be a fag-hag

Said she danced the tango

Skipped the light fandango

The Zircon Princess seemed

To 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 So-So-So Ditty

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

 

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 bad

Took my mother's TV

Says she watches too much

Its 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 bum education

Double-digit inflation

 

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-range 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 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 youll go through

Youll 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 alley way

You'll admire all the number book takers

Thugs pimps pushers

And the big money makers

Driving big cars

Spending twenties and tens

And you wanna grow up

To be just like them huh

Smugglers scramblers

Burglars gamblers

Pickpockets 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 non-void

Walking round like

You're Pretty Boy Floyd

Turned stickup kid

Look what youve done did

Got sent up for a eight year bid

Now your manhood is took

And you're a Maytag

Spent the next two years

As a undercover fag

Being used and abused

And served like hell

'Til one day you was found

Hung dead in your 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

So 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 wonder how

I keep from going under

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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