"The Message" as written by Joel Edwards, Robin Ewart Barter and Robert Joseph Post....
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, 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, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car

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

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

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so-so seditty
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 lose my head, ha-ha

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

My brother's doin' bad, stole 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, 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
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
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 trying not to lose my head

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' 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
Or 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 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 a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "you want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, say what?

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

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them
Huh, smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day, you was found hung dead in the 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

So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under, ha-ha
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under, ha-ha


Lyrics submitted by H-bomb

"The Message" as written by Carl Davis

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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  • +2
    General Commentthe greatest rap song of all time bar none.
    toxicgeekon April 29, 2002   Link
  • +1
    General Commentone of the few rap songs I like, and possibly the best rap song of all time. excellent.
    KetchupMan36on May 06, 2002   Link
  • +1
    General Commentwoo hoo! yay for grandmaster flash..
    maryyyon August 15, 2002   Link
  • +1
    General Commentany other artists that are similar to Grandmaster?
    CPFitz14on June 18, 2003   Link
  • +1
    General Commentthe breaks by kurtis flow has the same sort of vibe
    buckeyeandrewon November 17, 2004   Link
  • +1
    General CommentCpFitz, listen to Black Star, their a great hip/hop rap group, Tupac also has a pretty good amount of similiar songs, all great.
    JoE][BoXeRon December 18, 2004   Link
  • +1
    General CommentGrandmaster Flash is the godfather of DJing. maybe francis grasso too. I haven't heard a truly original hip hop record since 2pac died, but I think I would have to agree this is the greatest hiphop record ever.

    The music is simple yet effective, the rap skillfully depicts the hopelessness of life in a poor urban area. No escape you can see,people preying on each other. The explanation of why people turn to crime, but condemnation of this at the same time is the crowning moment though. Still as relevant today as it was back then, if not more so, this is Hip hop as it should be, a scathing political and social commentary with something to say and a story to tell. The rubbish about bitches and crews made for the pop charts, middle class white girls and rammed down our throats has nothing on this. A true classic.
    CEREALon February 17, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General Commentwhat a song...
    Lakemanon November 10, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentMy favorite song hands down.
    trivium_crusader666on February 29, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General CommentAn uptempo version of Marvin Gaye's inner city blues, n'est ce pas? Really a condemnation of Reaganism and Capitalism more than racism.

    Fascinating bit of trivia..They did a show on C-Span a couple years ago about politics in music Bob Dylan to M &M or something like that. Featured THIS song and also "Play dat funky music" by wild cherry to spice up a nerdy politician (maybe Al Gore's) campaign?

    Flash is a Genius
    drpoundsignon March 30, 2008   Link

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