duke bootee
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
melle mel
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 a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
melle mel
don’t push me ’cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
ahhuhhuhhuhhuh
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep from going under
melle mel
standing on the front stoop hanging out the window
watching all the cars go by roaring as the breezes blow
a crazy lady livin’ in a bag
eating out of 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 watching all the creeps
so she can tell her stories to the girls back home
she went to the city and got so so saditty
she had to get a pimp she couldn’t make it on her own
melle mel
don’t push me ’cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
ahhuhhuhhuhhuh
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
duke bootee
my brother’s doing 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 doubledigit inflation
can’t take the train to the job there’s a strike at the station
neon king kong standing 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
duke bootee
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 going under
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep from going under
4 duke bootee
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 seesaw
duke bootee
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
5 melle mel
a child is born with no state of mind
blind to the ways of mankind
god is smiling on you but he’s frowning too
because only god knows what you’ll go through
you’ll grow in the ghetto living secondrate
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
thugs pimps and pushers and the big moneymakers
driving big cars spending twenties and tens
and you 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’ out of high school
now you’re unemployed all null and void
walking ’round like you’re pretty boy floyd
turned stickup kid but look what you done did
got sent up for a eightyear bid
now your manhood is took and you’re a maytag
spend the next two years as a undercover fag
being 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
melle mel
don’t push me cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
ahhuhhuhhuhhuh
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep from going under
huh ahhuhhuhhuhhuh
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep from going under
huh ahhuhhuhhuhhuh
skit
yo mel you see that girl there
yeah man oohooh
yo that sound like cowboy man
cool
yo what’s up money
yo
hey where’s creole and rahiem at man
i think 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
ayo you know that girl betty
yeah man
her moms got robbed man
not again man what
she got hurt bad
when did this happen when did it happen
what’s goin’ on
freeze don’t nobody move nothin’ y’all know what this is
what’s up
get ’em up get ’em up man
we down with grandmaster flash and the furious five man
grandmaster five
what is that a gang
no man
just shutayy shut up i don’t wanna hear your mouth
shut up
excuse me officer officer what’s the problem
ain’t noyou the problem you the problem
yo 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
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Year: 1982
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 644