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The message(e.fletcher, s.robinson, c.chase, m.glover -Sugarhill records '82)Broken glass everywherePeople pissing on the stairs, you know they justDon't careI can't take the smell, I can't take the noiseGot no money to move out, I guess I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkie's 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 carChorus: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 underStanding on the front stoop, hangin' out the windowWatching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezesBlowCrazy lady, livin' in a bagEating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hagSearch and test a tango, skips the life and then goTo search a prince to see the last of 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 herOwnChorus:It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from goin' underMy brother's doing fast on my mother's t.v.Says she watches to much, is just not healthyAll my children in the daytime, dallas at nightCan't even see the game or the sugar ray fightBill 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 strikeAt the stationMe on king kong standin' on my backCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliacMidrange, migraine, cancered membraneSometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I mightHijack a plane!Chorus:My son said daddy I don't wanna go to schoolCause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm aFoolAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd beCheaperIf 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 thingFunnyYou got to have a con in this land of milk andHoneyThey push that girl in front of a trainTook her to a doctor, sowed the arm on againStabbed that man, right in his heartGave him a transplant before a brand new startI can't walk through the park, cause it's crazyAfter the darkKeep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on theRunI feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jawHear them say you want some more, livin' on aSeesawChorus:A child was 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 places you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alley wayYou'll admire all the number book takersThugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makersDriving big cars, spending twenties and tensAnd you wanna grow up to be just like themSmugglers, scrambles, 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 around like you're pretty boy floydTurned stickup kid, look what you done didGot send up for a eight year bidNow your man 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 find 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 youngChorus:

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