Songs That Changed the World--The Most Important Songs of the Rock Era: "The Message" by Grandmaster Flash

    Sometimes it helps to better understand people if we know where they come from and their life experiences.  They call the United States the "Land of Opportunity", but Grandmaster Flash reminded us with this powerful song that not everyone shares that opportunity.




    "The Message"
    by Grandmaster Flash


    Written by Clifton Chase, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover and Sylvia Robinson


    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
    'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car

    Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head
    Uh huh ha 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 had sex and
    danced the tango, skip the life and dango
    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 sadity
    She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own

    Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head
    Uh huh ha 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 'cuz 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
    'cuz 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
    'cuz 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 'cuz it's crazy after dark
    Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz 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 'cuz 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 of 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
    Pickpockets, 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
    'til 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 'cuz I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head
    Uh huh huh huh huh

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