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Karaoke The Message Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
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In the same key as the original: Gm
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Lyrics of 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
'Cos a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Huh huh huh huh huh it's like a jungle sometimes lt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop hanging out the window
Watching all the cars go by roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady living in a bag
Eating out of 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 watching all the creeps
So she can tell her 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
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Huh huh huh huh huh it's like a jungle sometimes lt 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 doing 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 standing on my back
Can't stop to turn around broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine cancered membrane
Sometimes I think
I'm going insane
I swear I might hijack a plane
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Huh huh huh huh huh it's like a jungle sometimes lt 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
'Cos 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
'Cos 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 'cos it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say you want some more? living on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what? it's like a jungle sometimes lt 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'll go through
You'll grow up in the ghetto living 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
Driving big cars spending 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 dropping outta 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 got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a name tag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being 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 'cos
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Huh huh huh huh huh it's like a jungle sometimes lt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Huh huh huh huh huh it's like a jungle sometimes lt makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Huh huh huh huh huh huh yo Mell you see that girl there? yo that sounded like cowboy
Yo fool yo what's up Money? yo where's Cooly an
Raheim man? so what's up for tonight?
Y'all we could go down to Phoenix man check out Junebug
Yo you know that girl Betty? yeah man
What? that's what I heard man
Freeze don't nobody move or nothin' what get 'em up
Oh man we're Grandmaster
Flash and the Furious Five
What is that a gang? no shut your mouth
Shut up I don't wanna hear your mouth
Shut up yeah shut your mouth get in the car
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as made famous by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
Original songwriter : Edward G Fletcher, Melvin Glover, Clifton Nathaniel Chase, Sylvia Robinson
This title is a cover of The Message as made famous by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
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