The Message Grandmaster Flash 

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, 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 a 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
said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
a zircon princess seems to have lost her 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 social security
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 bad stole 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
neon 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 car 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 transfer 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 glass 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, say what
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
it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how i keep from going under
a child is born, wih no state of mind
blind to the ways of mankind
god is smiling on you but he’s frowning too
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 number book takers;
thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers
driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
and you wanna grow up to be just like them
smugglers, 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 high school
now you're unemployed, or non-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
so
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
it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how i keep from going under