The Message
Stunt Nuts Lyrics
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, 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
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
[Chorus]
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' 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't make it on her own
[Chorus]
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The 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
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
[Chorus]
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' 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'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're 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're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' 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
[Chorus]
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
The Message by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five is a key song in the development of hip-hop as it provides a social commentary on the struggles of life in the inner city. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of daily life, from rats in the house to bill collectors constantly calling. The song highlights the social inequality and discrimination experienced by those living in poverty, as well as exploring the issues surrounding drug addiction, prostitution, and crime. The repeated chorus of "Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head" perfectly encapsulates the frustrations and desperation of living in such circumstances. The song not only exposes the hardships of urban life but also serves as a call for change.
Interestingly, The Message was initially rejected by the record company that Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five had signed with, as they believed it was too dark and lacked commercial appeal. However, the song eventually became their biggest hit and is now considered a classic of the hip-hop genre. The Message was the first hip-hop song to achieve widespread mainstream success, reaching the top 10 on the Billboard R&B charts and paving the way for future hip-hop artists to gain recognition. The song was also included in Rolling Stone's list of the 500 greatest songs of all time.
The Message was the result of a collaborative writing effort between group member Melle Mel and Edward Fletcher, who wrote the hook "It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under." The song also utilizes a sample from the disco hit "The Mexican" by Babe Ruth, which was commonly used in early hip-hop tracks. The Message has been covered by numerous artists over the years, including Juice WRLD and Nas, and has been used in various films and TV shows, such as The Wolf of Wall Street and The Get Down.
Chords: The Message is primarily a spoken-word song, with no instrumental or melodic accompaniment, so there are no traditional chords associated with it.
Line by Line Meaning
It's like a jungle sometimes
Living in this environment is like being in the jungle
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
I wonder how I have managed to survive in this tough environment
Broken glass everywhere
There is broken glass scattered everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
People urinate on the stairs and do not show any sign of remorse or care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
I can't tolerate the smell and the loud noise in this environment
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
I cannot afford to move out of this place, so I am stuck here
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
There are rats in my front room and cockroaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
Drug addicts in the alley carrying baseball bats
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
I tried to escape, but my attempt was not successful
Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
My car got repossessed by a man with a tow truck
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Please do not push or aggravate me because I am already on the brink of losing control
I'm trying not to lose my head
I am struggling to stay in control and not lose my temper
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Standing on the front porch, hanging out of the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Watching the cars pass by as the wind roars
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Mad woman living in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
She is scavenging through garbage bins for food, she used to be solely associated with homosexual men
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
She claims she will dance energetically or with excitement
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
An unknown status but seemed to have lost her mind
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
Watching all the creepy people at the adult entertainment store
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She is watching so she can tell her female friends about what she saw when she gets home
She went to the city and got so so seditty
She moved to the city and became so fancy and spent lavishly
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
She could not function independently, so she had to acquire a pimp
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
My brother is not doing well, he stole my mother's television
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
He claims that my mother watches too much television, which is not healthy
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
I cannot even watch the game or the Sugar Ray fight on TV
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
I receive too many calls from debt collectors
And scare my wife when I'm not home
My wife gets frightened when I am not around, mainly because of the bill collector calls
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I received a substandard education, and there is a high increase in the cost of living
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
I cannot take a train to work because of strike action at the railway station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
I feel like I have a neon King Kong gorilla metaphorically standing on my back, signifying I am overburdened with problems and responsibilities
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
I cannot stop or even turn around because I suffer from a painful sacroiliac, hindering my movement
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
I suffer from a mid-range migraine and membrane cancer
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
Sometimes, I feel like I am losing my mind
I swear I might hijack a plane!
I jokingly threaten to hijack an airplane
A child is born with no state of mind
A child is born without a judgmental or negative state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
The child is not aware of the complexities and faults of humanity
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
God is both pleased and unhappy with you
Because only God knows what you'll go through
Only God knows what challenges you will face in life
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
Growing up in the ghetto makes it almost impossible to live a premium life
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
You will develop a deep feeling of hatred due to the things you will see and experience
The places you play and where you stay
The places you live and the areas you reside
Looks like one great big alleyway
The environment feels like one large alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
You will respect or admire the individuals who run the illegal lottery in your community
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
You will also respect the drug dealers, pimps, and other big money earners in your community
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
You will see the big earners of your community driving/living lavish lifestyles and spending large amounts of money
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
You will aspire to become like them (big earners) when you grow up
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
You will come into contact with smugglers, gamblers, burglars, and other criminal elements
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You will encounter pickpockets, peddlers, and panhandlers around your community
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
You may have the impression that I am cool, but I am no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
However, you may end up dropping out of high school despite my perceived coolness
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
You are now jobless, and it fills like an empty void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Pretending to be successful or rich, like the notorious Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Turning into a thief but without realizing the consequences of my actions
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
I am imprisoned for eight years, for my wrongdoing
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Losing your manhood and being treated like an insignificant object or an insignificant person
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Spending the next two years as a secret homosexual
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
Being forced to perform various degrading tasks and being abused
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
Until one day, you were found hanging dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
It became evident that you lost your life through imprudent actions
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
Your body was cold and swung back and forth indicating your lifeless state
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Your eyes appear to express a sad and mournful song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
Of how you lived a life of reckless opulence and died young
It's like a jungle sometimes
Living in this environment is like being in a jungle
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
I wonder how I have managed to survive in this tough environment
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Clifton Nathaniel Chase, Edward G. Fletcher, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Sparki Dee
FINALLY!!!!! found this remix after all this time :) thank you for uploading
VHSOTERIC
Have you ever come across the Y2K and Commie remixes of this song?
The Other Doctor
Hi!!!! ........This is coooooool!!!! +17!!!