Lyrics The Message (feat. Melle Mel & Duke Bootee) - Grandmaster Flash , Grandmaster Melle Mel
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
tow
truck
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
fag
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
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
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
Say
what?
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
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
fag
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
Yo
Mel,
you
see
that
girl
there?
(Yeah
man)
Yo,
that
sound
like
cowboy
man,
that's
not
cool
Yo,
wassup
money?
(Yo)
Where's
fieldin'
and
right
here,
man
They
upstairs
coolin'
out
So
what's
up
for
the
night,
y'all?
Yo,
we
could
go
down
the
field
Let's
go
check
out
Juniper,
man
Hey
yo,
do
you
know
that
girl
Betty?
(Yeah
man)
Her
mom's
got
robbed,
man
(what,
not
again?)
I
heard
(when
did
this
happen,
when
did
this
happen?)
Alright
freeze,
don't
nobody
move
nothin',
y'all
know
what
this
is
Get
'em
up
man
(we're
Grandmaster
Flash
and
the
Furious
Five,
man)
Shut
up,
I
don't
wanna
hear
y'all
now
Officer,
officer,
what's
the
problem?
You
the
problem
Yo,
you
ain't
gotta
push
him,
man
Get
in
the
car,
get
in
the-
guys,
I
said
get
in
the
car
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