Letra de The Message

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underBroken glass everywherePeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't careI can't take the smell, can't take the noiseGot no money to move out, I guess, I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkies in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away, but I couldn't get farCause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my carDon't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underStanding on the front stoop, hangin out the windowWatching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blowA crazy lady, livin in a bagEating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hagSaid, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandangoWas circon princess, seemed to lost her sensesDown at the peepshow, watching all the creepsSo she can tell the stories to the girls back homeShe went to the city and got so so so dittyShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her ownDon't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underMy brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers t.v.Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy"All my children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at nightCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fightThe bill collectors, they ring my phoneAnd scare my wife, when I'm not homeGot a bum education, double-digit inflationCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the stationNeon king kong standin' on my backCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliacA midrange migraine, cancered membraneSometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underMy son said, daddy, I don't wanna go to schoolCause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a foolAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaperIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeperI dance to the beat, shuffle my feetWear a shirt and tie and run with the creepsCause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funnyYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honeyThey pushed that girl in front of the trainTook her to the doctor, sewed the arm on againStabbed that man right in his heartGave him a transplant for a brand new startI can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the darkKeep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the runI feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jarHear them say you want some more, livin on a seesawDon't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underA child is born, with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smiling on you, but he's frowning tooCause only God knows, what you go throughYou grow in the ghetto, living second rateAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hateThe place, that you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alley wayYou'll admire all the number book takersThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makersDriving big cars, spending twenties and tensAnd you wanna grow up to be just like themSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlersYou say I'm cool, I'm no foolBut then you wind up dropping out of high schoolNow you're unemployed, all null 'n voidWalking 'round like you're pretty boy floydTurned stickup kid, look what you done didGot send up for a eight year bidNow your manhood is took and you're a may tagSpend the next two years as an undercover fagBeing used and abused and served like hellTill one day you was found hung dead in a cellIt was plain to see that your life was lostYou was cold and your body swung back and forthBut now your eyes sing the sad sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so youngSo, don't push me, cause I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to loose my headIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under