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Topsongs van Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
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Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Edward Fletcher
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Sylvia Robinson
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Melvin Glover
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Jiggs Chase
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Clifton Chase
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Songteksten
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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 going insane
I swear I might hijack a plane
[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
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
[Verse 3]
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 go through
You'll 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 number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Driving 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 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 a eight-year 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
Till one day you was found hung dead in the cell
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
[Chorus]
So don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Huh-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh-huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh-huh
Written by: Chase, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson