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MELLE MEL & THE FURIOUS 5; GRANDMASTER FLASH & THE FURIOUS FIVE AND DUKE BOOTEE lyrics : "The Message"

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
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat

I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause a man with the tow-truck repossessed my car


Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
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
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a !@$)-hag

Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
Sitting on princes seems to have 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 loose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under


My brother's doing bad stole my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night

Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they 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
Midrange, migrained, 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 loose 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 want to 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
I 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 push that girl in front of a train

Took her to a doctor, sowed the 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 the dark
Keep my hand on the 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, livin' on a seasaw

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

I'm trying not to loose my head
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 but he is frowning too
Cause only god knows what you go through
You 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 want to grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocketers, peddlers and even pan-handlers
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 'n' void
Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid

Now your man hood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover !@$)
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find 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

Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

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