Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Grandmaster Flash And The Furious Five - The Message ------------------------------------------ Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin under Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin 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 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 the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car [Chorus:] Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head (uh huh huh hu) 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 pales, used to be a fag-hag Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go To search a prince to see the last of 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 My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v. Says she watches to much, is just not healthy All my children in the daytime, dallas at night Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight Bill collectors they ring my phone And scare my wife when Im not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike At the station Me on king kong standin on my back Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think Im 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 was born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but hes 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 Youll 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 Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say Im cool, Im no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now youre unemployed, all null n void Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your man is took and youre a may tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell 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, ah huh-huh-huh It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under, ah huh-huh-huh It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under, ah huh-huh-huh