Grandmaster Flash - Message II (Survival) (feat. Melle Mel & Duke Bootee) Lyrics
Broken glass everywherePeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't careI can't take the smell, I can't take the noiseGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkies in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away, but I couldn't get farCause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my carChorus:Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt'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 bagEating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hagSaid she danced the tango, skip the light fandangoWell zircon prince she seems to have 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 so so so giddyShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her ownChorus:It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonderHow I keep from goin' underMy brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TVSays she watches too much, it's 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 sacroiliacMidrange, migrained, cancered membraneSometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I'm gonna hijack a plane!ChorusMy 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 sweeperI 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 honeyThey pushed that girl in front of a 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 an outlaw, broke my last glass jawHear them say you want some more, livin' on a seesawChorusA child is born, with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smiling at you but He's frowning tooBecause only God knows what you gon' doYou 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 alleywayYou'll admire all the numberbook takersDuds, pimps and pushers and the big money makersDriving big cars, spending twenties and tensAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them, huhSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpockets, peddlers, even pan-handlersYou say I'm cool, huh, I'm no foolBut then you wind up dropping out of highschoolNow you're unemployed, all null 'n' voidWalking around like you're Pretty Boy FloydTurned stickup kid, look what you done didGot send up for a eight year bidNow your manhood is took and you're a MaytagSpend the next two years as an undercover fagBeing used and abused, to serve like hellTill one day you was found hung dead in a 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 youngSo don't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt'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 under
