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Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message (Official Video)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Duke Bootee
Duke Bootee
Stimme und Gesang
Melle Mel
Melle Mel
Stimme und Gesang
Grandmaster Flash
Grandmaster Flash
DJ
Cowboy
Cowboy
Stimme und Gesang
Doug Wimbush
Doug Wimbush
Bass
Dwain Mitchell
Dwain Mitchell
Tasteninstrumente
Ed Fletcher
Ed Fletcher
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Gary Henry
Gary Henry
Tasteninstrumente
Jiggs Chase
Jiggs Chase
Synthesizer
Keith LeBlanc
Keith LeBlanc
Schlagzeug
Kid Creole
Kid Creole
Stimme und Gesang
Reggie Griffin
Reggie Griffin
Synthesizer
Skip McDonald
Skip McDonald
Gitarre
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Synthesizer
Rahiem
Rahiem
Sprecher:in
Scorpio
Scorpio
Sprecher:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Edward Fletcher
Edward Fletcher
Songwriter:in
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter:in
Melvin Glover
Melvin Glover
Songwriter:in
Jiggs Chase
Jiggs Chase
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Edward Fletcher
Edward Fletcher
Produzent:in
Jiggs Chase
Jiggs Chase
Produzent:in
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Produzent:in
STEVE JEROME
STEVE JEROME
Ingenieur:in
Nina Rhodes
Nina Rhodes
Ingenieur:in

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
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