Message II-Melle Mel

Message II - Melle Mel Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, I 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 Chorus: Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to loose my head It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin' in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Said she danced the tango, skip the light fandango Well zircon prince she seems to have lost her senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so so giddy 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 Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I'm gonna hijack a plane! Chorus 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 I 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 a 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 an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seesaw Chorus A child is born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling at you but He's frowning too Because only God knows what you gon' do You grow 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 numberbook takers Duds, pimps and pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers, even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool But then you wind up dropping out of highschool Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void Walking around like you're Pretty Boy Floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a 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 Till 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 loose 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