Karaoke Track: Message by Grandmaster Flash (Monster Hits)

Ifs like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder
How I keep

From goin&#39; under

(Instrumental Break)

Broken glass

Everywhere,

People pififififif&#39;

On the stage you know
They just don&#39;t care

Don&#39;t push me
&#39;Cause I&#39;m close 10 the

Edge

I&#39;m fryin&#39;
Not to lose my head
Ah huh ha ha

Sfandin&#39; on he front stoop
Hangin&#39; out he window

Wafchin&#39; a he cars go by
Rollin&#39; as he breezes blow

Don&#39;t push me
&#39;Cause I&#39;m close 10 the

Edge

I&#39;m fryin&#39;
Not to lose my head
Ah huh ha ha

Ifs like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder

How I keep
From goin&#39; under

My brofhesz doin&#39; bad,
Stole my mother&#39;s TV

Says she
Watches too much
Ifs just not healthy

All my children
In the daytime,
Dallas at night

Can&#39;t even see the game

Or the Sugar Ray tight

Don&#39;t push me
&#39;Cause I&#39;m close to the

Edge

I&#39;m iryin&#39;
Not to lose my head

(Instrumental Break)

My son said daddy

I don&#39;t wanna go to school
&#39;Cause he feacher&#39;s a ierk,
He must 1hink I&#39;m a fool

And all the kids

Smoke reefer

I think ifd be cheaper

If I just got a job,
Learned to be
A street sweeper

I feel like a outlaw,
Broke my last glass iaw

Hear ihem say
You want some more,
Livin&#39; on a seesaw

Don&#39;t push me
&#39;Cause I&#39;m close 10 the

Edge

I&#39;m fryin&#39;
Not to lose my head
Say what

Ifs like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder

How I keep
From goin&#39; under

A child is born
With no state of mind,

Blind to the ways
Of mankind

God is smilin&#39; on you
But he&#39;s frownin&#39; 100

Because only God knows
What you&#39;ll go through

You&#39;ll grow in the ghetto
Livin&#39; second-rofe

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&#39;ll admire

All he number- book takers
Thugs pimps and pushers
And he big money makers

Drivin&#39; big cars
Spendin&#39; twenties

And tens
And you wanna grow up
To be just like them huh

Got sent up

For a eighf-year bid

Now your manhood is took
And you&#39;re a Maymg,
Spend 1he next 1WD years
As a undercover fag

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&#39;t push me
&#39;Cause I&#39;m close 10 the

Edge

I&#39;m fryin&#39;
Not to lose my head
Ah huh ha ha

HJs like a iungle sometimes
It makes me wonder

How I keep
From goin&#39; under

Ha uh huh ha ha

Written By 5. Robinson, M. Glover
C. Chose, And E. Fletcher.

Copyright Sugar Hill Music.