The Message lyrics ( Grand Master Flash & The Furious Five )
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Artist : Grand Master Flash & The Furious Five Song : The Message
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
Don't push me, cause
I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to loose
my head 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 piles, 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 so so so ditty 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 loose my head It's
like a jungle sometimes, it makes me
wonder How I keep from going under
My
brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V. 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 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 Me on 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!
Don't push
me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not
to loose my head 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 I 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 push that girl in front of a
train Took her to a doctor, sowed 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 fast jaw Hear them
say you want some more, livin' on a
seasaw
Don't push me, cause I'm close to
the edge I'm trying not to loose my
head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me
wonder How I keep from going under
A
child was born, wih no state of mind Blind to
the ways of mankind Got a smile on you with
these burning tooth 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 numberbook
takers Dogpitchers, pushers and the big money
makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and
tens And you wanna grow up to be just like
them Smuygglers, scrambles, 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
highschool 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 send up for a eight year bid Now
your man hood is took and you're a
Maytag 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 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
Don't push me, cause I'm
close to the edge I'm trying not to loose my
head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me
wonder How I keep from going under
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