The Message

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 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 the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
 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
 Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
 Watchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
 A crazy lady, livin' in a bag
 Eatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
 Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
 A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses
 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 saditty
 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
 Ah-huh-huh-huh
 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 brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV
 Says, she watches to 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
 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 midrange migraine, cancered membrane
 Sometimes I think I'm going 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
 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 the 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 the dark
 Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run
 I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar
 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 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 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 of deep hate
 The place, that 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, spendin' 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 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
 Turned stick-up kid, but 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
 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
 Ah-huh-huh-huh
 It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
 How I keep from going under
 Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh
 It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
 How I keep from going under
 Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh
 Yo Mel, you see that girl there?
 Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man
 Cool
 Yo, what's up Money?
 Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?
 They upstairs cooling out
 So what's up for tonight y'all?
 Yo, we could go down to Fever man
 Let's go check out "Junebug" man
 Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?
 Yeah man
 Her moms got robbed man (What?)
 Not again man
 She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)
 What's goin' on?
 Freeze
 Don't nobody move nothin'
 Y'all know what this is
 Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)
 Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
 What is that, a gang?
 No
 Shut up
 I don't wanna hear your mouth
 Shut up
 Officer, officer, what is the problem?
 You the problem
 Yo, you ain't gotta push me man
 Get in the car, get in the car
 Get in the God...
 I said, "Get in the car"
 Why is he doggin' us man?