The Message

Don't push me cuz 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 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 nowadays strapped I tried to get away but I couldn't get far 'Cause the man with the tow repossessed my car Standing on the front stool, hanging out the window Watching all the cars go by as the wind blows A crazy lady, livin' in the bag Eating out the garbage used to be a baddie Drugs been her scapegoat Worse as the days go Hurting with the pain slow All to get them Pasos Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps go So she can tell stories to the girls back home Went to the city and got so, so dizzy So she Had to get a pimp 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 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 brother's doin' bad stole my mother's TV Says she watch too much, it's just not healthy All my children in the daytime, Hustle at night Can't even see the game or the McGregor Fight The bill collectors stay ringing my phone And scare my wife when I'm not home Got a flunk education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train there's a strike at the station Feeling like King Kong standing on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Mid-range migraine, cancered membranes Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane 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 A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is within you the saga continues And only God knows what you gon' do You'll grow up 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 alleyway You'll admire all the number booktakers Thugs pushers pimps big moneymakers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers 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 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 to serve like hell 'Til one day you'll be found dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost 'Cause you was cold and your body swung back and forth But now yeah, I sing the sad, sad song Of how you live so fast and die so young So 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 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