The Message - Grandmaster Flash and The Furious 5 (full lyrics) It\u0027s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin\u0027 under Broken glass everywhere People pissin\u0027 on the stairs, you know they just don\u0027t care I can\u0027t take the smell, can\u0027t 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\u0027t get far Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car Don\u0027t push me cause I\u0027m close to the edge I\u0027m trying not to lose my head It\u0027s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin\u0027 under Standin\u0027 on the front stoop hangin\u0027 out the window Watchin\u0027 all the cars go by, roarin\u0027 as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin\u0027 in a bag Eatin\u0027 outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag Said she\u0027ll dance the tango, skip the light fandango A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses Down at the peep show watchin\u0027 all the creeps So she can tell her stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so seditty She had to get a pimp, she couldn\u0027t make it on her own It\u0027s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin\u0027 under My brother\u0027s doin\u0027 bad, stole my mother\u0027s TV Says she watches too much, it\u0027s just not healthy All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night Can\u0027t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill collectors, they ring my phone And scare my wife when I\u0027m not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can\u0027t take the train to the job, there\u0027s a strike at the station Neon King Kong standin\u0027 on my back Can\u0027t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I\u0027m goin\u0027 insane I swear I might hijack a plane! It\u0027s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin\u0027 under My son said, Daddy, I don\u0027t wanna go to school Cause the teacher\u0027s a jerk, he must think I\u0027m a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it\u0027d 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 Cause it\u0027s all about money, ain\u0027t 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\u0027t walk through the park cause it\u0027s crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say \u0022You want some more?\u0022 Livin\u0027 on a see-saw It\u0027s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin\u0027 under A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smilin\u0027 on you but he\u0027s frownin\u0027 too Because only God knows what you\u0027ll go through You\u0027ll grow in the ghetto livin\u0027 second-rate And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway You\u0027ll admire all the number-book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers Drivin\u0027 big cars, spendin\u0027 twenties and tens And you\u0027ll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers You say I\u0027m cool, huh, I\u0027m no fool But then you wind up droppin\u0027 outta high school Now you\u0027re unemployed, all non-void Walkin\u0027 round like you\u0027re 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\u0027re a Maytag Spend the next two years as a undercover fag Bein\u0027 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 It\u0027s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin\u0027 under