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

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99.05 bpm
Chords used:

Abm

Ab

Eb

Db

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message (Official Video) chords
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[Abm]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Abm]
[Db] [Abm]
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going.
Broken glass everywhere, people pissing on the stage, 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 the baseball bat.
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far, cause a man with a gun so he possessed my car.
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.
Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window, watching all the fog go by, roaring as the buses blow.
Crazy lady living in a bag, eating out of cabbage, failed just to be a fag, had such a nasty tangle,
[Ab] skipped a life and tango, was sitting on a bridge, just [Db] seemed to lost her senses.
Down at the food [Abm] show, watching all the kids, so she could tell her stories, took the girls back home.
She went to the city and got so, so, so ditty, she had to get a food, she couldn't make it on her own.
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.
My brother's doing bad for 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 [Bb] and scare my wife when I'm not home.
Got a poor education, double digit inflation, can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station.
Me on King Kong, standing on my back, can't stop to turn around.
Broke my sacroiliac, a mid-range migraine, cancer [Ab] membrane, sometimes I think [A] I'm going insane, I swear I might [Ebm] hijack a plane.
Don't [Abm] 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.
My son said, Daddy, I don't want to go to school, cause the teachers are jerks.
He must think I'm a fool, and all the kids hope weaver.
I think it'd be cheaper if I just got a job, learn to be a street sweeper.
I'd dance to the beat, jump for 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.
Pushed that girl in front of the train, took her to the doctor, saw the arm on the gang.
Stabbed that man right in the spot, gave him a transplant for a brand new spot.
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy at the bar.
Keep my hand [Ab] on my gut, cause they got me on the run.
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last ass jaw.
Hear them say, you want some more?
They been on a street [Eb] stall.
[Abm] Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge.
I'm trying [Ab] not to lose my head.
You see what?
It's like a jungle sometimes.
It makes [Abm] me wonder how I keep from going under.
It's like a jungle sometimes.
It makes me wonder how I keep from going [Ab] under.
A child is born with no state of mind, blind to the ways of [Abm] 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 second rate, and your eyes will sing a song of deep hate.
The places you stay and where you stay looks like one great big alleyway.
You'll admire all the number book takers, duck pits and bitches, and the big money makers.
Jobbing big, hard spending, twenties and tens, and you want to grow up to be just like them.
Smugglers, scammers, burglars, gamblers, pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers.
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool, but then you wind up popping out [Eb] of high school.
Now you're [Abm] unemployed, all non-void, walking around like your pretty boy Floyd.
Turned stick up kid, but look what you done did.
Got set up for eight year bid, now your manhood is stooped, and you're a maytag.
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag, being used and abused, served like hell.
Till one day, you was found hunk 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 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.
[Ab]
Yo Mel, you see that [Eb] girl there?
Child boy, man.
Yo, what's up?
Miss Dill and Rahim.
Hey, what's up [F] for tonight, y'all?
Yo, we can go down to the theater.
Check out [E] June, brother.
Hey, yo, you know that girl Betty?
Forget it, man.
Come on, bro.
[N] Forget it.
She got her plan.
Yo, breathe.
Don't nobody move nothing.
Y'all know what this is.
Yo, stop.
Get him up.
Break the glass, the flash, and the fever.
You got a gang?
No.
Shut up.
I don't hear your mouth.
Excuse me.
Officer, what's the problem?
Ain't no feudal problem.
You [Bb] ain't got no pussy, man.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Get in the [Eb] car.
Get in the car.
[Ab]
[Eb]
[Ab] [N]
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Eb
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Db
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Bb
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Abm
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
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It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going. _ _
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going. _ _ _
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Broken glass everywhere, people pissing on the stage, 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 the baseball bat.
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far, cause a man with a gun so he possessed my car.
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.
_ Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window, watching all the fog go by, roaring as the buses blow.
Crazy lady living in a bag, eating out of cabbage, failed just to be a fag, had such a nasty tangle,
[Ab] skipped a life and tango, was sitting on a bridge, just [Db] seemed to lost her senses.
Down at the food [Abm] show, watching all the kids, so she could tell her stories, took the girls back home.
She went to the city and got so, so, so ditty, she had to get a food, she couldn't make it on her own.
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.
My brother's doing bad for 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 [Bb] and scare my wife when I'm not home.
Got a poor education, double digit inflation, can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station.
Me on King Kong, standing on my back, can't stop to turn around.
Broke my sacroiliac, a mid-range migraine, cancer [Ab] membrane, sometimes I think [A] I'm going insane, I swear I might [Ebm] hijack a plane.
Don't [Abm] 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.
_ My son said, Daddy, I don't want to go to school, cause the teachers are jerks.
He must think I'm a fool, and all the kids hope weaver.
I think it'd be cheaper if I just got a job, learn to be a street sweeper.
I'd dance to the beat, jump for 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.
Pushed that girl in front of the train, took her to the doctor, saw the arm on the gang.
Stabbed that man right in the spot, gave him a transplant for a brand new spot.
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy at the bar.
Keep my hand [Ab] on my gut, cause they got me on the run.
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last ass jaw.
Hear them say, you want some more?
They been on a street [Eb] stall.
[Abm] Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge.
I'm trying [Ab] not to lose my head.
You see what?
It's like a jungle sometimes.
It makes [Abm] me wonder how I keep from going under.
_ It's like a jungle sometimes.
It makes me wonder how I keep from going [Ab] under.
A child is born with no state of mind, blind to the ways of [Abm] 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 second rate, and your eyes will sing a song of deep hate.
The places you stay and where you stay looks like one great big alleyway.
You'll admire all the number book takers, duck pits and bitches, and the big money makers.
Jobbing big, hard spending, twenties and tens, and you want to grow up to be just like them.
Smugglers, scammers, burglars, gamblers, pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers.
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool, but then you wind up popping out [Eb] of high school.
Now you're [Abm] unemployed, all non-void, walking around like your pretty boy Floyd.
Turned stick up kid, but look what you done did.
Got set up for eight year bid, now your manhood is stooped, and you're a maytag.
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag, being used and abused, served like hell.
Till one day, you was found hunk 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 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.
[Ab] _
Yo Mel, you see that [Eb] girl there?
_ _ Child boy, man.
Yo, what's up?
_ Miss Dill and Rahim.
Hey, what's up [F] for tonight, y'all?
Yo, we can go down to the theater.
Check out [E] June, brother.
Hey, yo, you know that girl Betty?
Forget it, man.
Come on, bro.
[N] Forget it.
She got her plan.
Yo, breathe.
Don't nobody move nothing.
Y'all know what this is.
Yo, stop.
Get him up.
Break the glass, the flash, and the fever.
You got a gang?
No.
Shut up.
I don't hear your mouth.
Excuse me.
Officer, what's the problem?
Ain't no feudal problem.
You [Bb] ain't got no pussy, man.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Get in the [Eb] car.
Get in the car.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _