The Message -- Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five -- Lyrics

The Message -- Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five

Charted: 1982
Peaked at #62
Sugar Hill -- 584
From the album "The Message"
B-Side "The Message" (Instrumental)
Featuring Mel Melle and Duke Bootee

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under (repeat)

My brother's doing bad, sold my mother's TV
Says she watches too 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

Chorus:
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 was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you, but, he's 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 and pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, 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 sent up for an eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell
But now, your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Chorus