The Message
The Sugarhill Gang - Grandmaster Flash & Furious Five Lyrics
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It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
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
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't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
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 siditty
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 lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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
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
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' 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
Or 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 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't walk through the park 'cause it's 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, "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
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 don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under, ha-ha-ha-ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under, ha-ha-ha-ha
The Sugarhill Gang's "The Message" is a pioneering hip-hop track that paints a vivid portrait of life in the ghetto. The chorus of "It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under" acts as a refrain that emphasizes the song's bleak theme of struggle and survival in a hostile urban environment. Each verse details a different challenge faced by residents of the ghetto, reflecting the common issues of poverty, lack of opportunities, crime, and drugs. The lyrics vividly describe the conditions of urban blight, with broken glass and garbage on the streets, buildings in disrepair, and alleyways filled with junkies and criminals. The third verse is a cautionary tale, warning about the dangers of aspiring to the criminal lifestyle glamorized in popular culture, and ultimately ending in death and despair.
Line by Line Meaning
It's like a jungle sometimes
The world is chaotic and dangerous
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
I'm amazed that I haven't succumbed to the hardships
Broken glass everywhere
There is destruction and disorder all around
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
Individuals disrespecting public spaces and showing no concern for others
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
The unpleasant odors and loud sounds are overwhelming
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
I don't have the financial means to escape this situation
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
There are pests infesting my living space
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
Drug addicts lurking in dark corners, armed with weapons
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
I attempted to escape, but my efforts were futile
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
My vehicle was taken away by a tow truck operator
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Please don't provoke me, as I'm on the brink of breaking down
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm attempting to remain composed, despite the challenges
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
I'm standing on the porch, observing from a distance
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Observing the hustle and bustle of traffic, with the wind blowing fiercely
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
An unstable woman dwelling in a state of homelessness
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
She scavenges for food in trash cans, having formerly associated with homosexual men
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
She claims she can perform extravagant dances with grace and elegance
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
This woman presents herself as a delusional, fake royalty
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
She spends time at an establishment where she observes unsavory characters
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She recounts her experiences to her acquaintances
She went to the city and got so-so siditty
She moved to the city and became pretentious and snobbish
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
She resorted to relying on a pimp for survival, unable to support herself independently
My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
My sibling is engaged in criminal behavior, stealing our own mother's television
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
My brother claims our mother's excessive TV consumption is detrimental to her well-being
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
She spends her time watching soap operas during the day and a drama series at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
We don't have the means to watch sports events or boxing matches
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
Debt collectors constantly call me
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Their persistent calls cause anxiety for my wife when I'm away
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I received a subpar education, coupled with high inflation rates
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
I can't use public transportation to commute due to a strike at the train station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
I feel burdened and overwhelmed like a giant, glowing gorilla is on my shoulders
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
I can't even take a moment to pause and reflect, as I've injured my lower back
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
I suffer from intense headaches and deteriorating mental health
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
At times, I believe I'm losing my sanity
I swear I might hijack a plane
I'm so desperate and frustrated that I would consider resorting to airplane hijacking
My son said, 'Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
My child expressed a lack of desire to attend school
'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool'
The teacher is disrespectful and doesn't value his intelligence
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
His peers engage in drug use, and he believes joining them would be more affordable
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
He believes that becoming a street sweeper would be a better alternative to education and employment
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
He considers pursuing a career in dance, merely going with the flow
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
He contemplates joining the ranks of shady individuals while maintaining a false appearance of professionalism
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
He believes that money is everything and there is no humor in life
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
He thinks that in this deceptive and promising world, one must possess deceitful tactics to thrive
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Someone intentionally forced a girl onto the train tracks
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Medical professionals had to reattach her severed arm
Stabbed that man right in his heart
A man was fatally stabbed in the heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
He received an organ transplant to give him a fresh beginning
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
It's unsafe for me to stroll through the park during the night
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I constantly feel threatened and carry a firearm for self-defense
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
I feel like a rebel, my confidence is shattered
Hear them say, 'You want some more?'
I hear individuals challenging me to endure further hardships
Livin' on a see-saw
I'm stuck in a perpetual cycle of ups and downs
A child is born with no state of mind
Upon birth, a child is innocent and lacks a developed consciousness
Blind to the ways of mankind
Unaware of the complexities and shortcomings of humanity
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
God simultaneously observes one's blessings and disappointments
Because only God knows what you'll go through
The future is uncertain, and only God knows the challenges one will face
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
You'll be raised in a disadvantaged neighborhood, experiencing a substandard lifestyle
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
Your perspective will be tainted with intense animosity
The places you play and where you stay
The locations where you spend your time and reside
Looks like one great big alleyway
The environment resembles a large, interconnected ghetto
You'll admire all the number-book takers
You'll idolize those involved in illegal gambling activities
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
You'll be impressed by criminals, exploiters, and those who accumulate wealth by any means
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
These individuals flaunt their wealth by driving luxurious vehicles and spending large sums of money
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them
You'll aspire to emulate their lifestyle
Huh, smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
You'll be captivated by individuals engaged in smuggling, illicit activities, and risky behavior
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You'll be intrigued by thieves, street vendors, and even beggars
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
You may think I'm impressive, but I'm not naive or easily deceived
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
However, in the end, you'll likely abandon your education
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
You find yourself jobless, with no purpose or fulfillment
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
You strut around as if you're a legendary gangster
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
You transformed into a criminal, but is this truly an achievement?
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
You were sentenced to an eight-year prison term
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
In prison, your dignity is stripped away, and you are reduced to a powerless state
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
You spend the following years hiding your true sexual orientation
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
You endure mistreatment and exploitation, serving others relentlessly
'Til one day, you were found hung dead in the cell
Eventually, you're discovered dead, having committed suicide in your prison cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
It was evident that your existence had been tragically wasted
You were cold and your body swung back and forth
Your lifeless body hanged, swaying back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Your eyes, even in death, express intense sorrow
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Your life was lived recklessly, resulting in an untimely death
So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Please don't provoke me, as I'm on the verge of breaking down
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm making an effort to maintain my composure, despite the difficulties
Hear them say, 'You want some more?'
I hear individuals challenging me to endure further hardships
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Clifton Nathaniel Chase, Edward G. Fletcher, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Forrest George
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, 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
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me
'Cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Ah-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
A crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so saditty
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 tryin' not to lose my head
Ah-huh-huh-huh
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
My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV
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
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 midrange migraine, 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 tryin' not to lose 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
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
Or 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 con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant 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 jar
Hear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me
'Cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose 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, 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 of deep hate
The place, that 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, spendin' twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers, 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, all null 'n' void
Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for an eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused and served like hell
'Til one day you was found 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 lose my head
Ah-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh
Yo Mel, you see that girl there?
Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man
Cool
Yo, what's up Money?
Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?
They upstairs cooling out
So what's up for tonight y'all?
Yo, we could go down to Fever man
Let's go check out "Junebug" man
Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?
Yeah man
Her moms got robbed man (What?)
Not again man
She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)
What's goin' on?
Freeze
Don't nobody move nothin'
Y'all know what this is
Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)
Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
What is that, a gang?
No
Shut up
I don't wanna hear your mouth
Shut up
Officer, officer, what is the problem?
You the problem
Yo, you ain't gotta push me man
Get in the car, get in the car
Get in the God...
I said, "Get in the car"
Why is he doggin' us man?
Troy White
This song can be 50 years old and I'll still be jamming this song
Brandon Watts
Troy White 2022 would be 40 years... wow
Alexander Teuman
i'am 54 ......
Mr. G 717
Facts. 32
Chef Bobby Richard
Yes indeed..I grew up on this song
Nunya Biz
This song changed my life. It made me a hip-hop Junkie. And I'm still addicted
eNeRGy40
The last verse of this song still stands as one of the most important verses in hip hop history.
Jack Jill
Melly Mel told it how it really is with that verse you felt it in his voice. I don't think there will ever be a verse in rap history to top that. I wish all the youngsters that think they're thugs would listen to that
710dabs909
Only cause it was in netflix crack
Alpha Lax
@Fernando SANCHEZ yea