Chords for The Message (feat. Melle Mel & Duke Bootee)

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_ _ _ 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 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, rude 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 gun struck me, 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 cars go by, roaring as the buses blow.
A crazy lady living in a bag, eating out of garbage bags, used to be a fag hag, such a nasty tingle.
Skipped a life in Bangor, was sitting on a bridge, just seemed to lost her senses.
Down at the theme show, watching all the thieves, so she could tell her stories to the girls back home.
She went to the city and got so so sedated, she had to get a punch, 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.
_ Her brother's doing fast on 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 phone.
The bill collectors, they ring my phone and scam my wife when I'm not home.
Got a prom education, double digits, inflated, can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station.
Aunt King Kong standing on my back, can't stop to turn around.
Broke my sacroiliac, a mid-range [G] migraine, cancer membrane.
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack [Gm] a plane.
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. _ _ _
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My son said, Daddy, I don't want to go to school, cause the teacher's a jerk.
He must think I'm a fool, and all the kids go, Ruva.
I think it'd be cheaper if I just got a job, learn to be a street sweeper.
Dance to the beat, shop for my feet, wear a shirt and tie, and run with the crews.
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny.
You got to have a con [D] in this land of milk and honey.
He pushed that [Gm] 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 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?
Living on a seesaw.
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to [D] lose my head. Say what?
It's like a [Gm] jungle _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ 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 second rate, and your eyes will sing a song of deep hate.
The place that you stay and where you stay looks like one great big alleyway.
You'll admire all the number book takers, dustpits and bitches, and the big money makers.
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens, and you want to grow up to be just like them.
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers, pickpockets, peddlers, even panhandlers.
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool, but then you wind up dropping out of high school.
Now you're unemployed, all non-void, walking around like your 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 true, and you're a maytag, spending the next two years as an undercover fag.
Being used in a feud to serve 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 put 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.
[D] _ [Eb] Yo Mel, you see that [D] girl man?
Yeah man.
Yo, that sound like cowboy man.
That's cool.
Yo money!
Yo.
Man, where's Cody Olden Rock?
He [Ebm] ain't mad.
He's upstairs.
So what's up for tonight [E] yo?
Yo, we can go down to the feed man.
Check out June, brother.
Hey yo, you know that girl [Eb] Betty?
Yeah man.
[Cm] Her mom got robbed.
What?
She [Gb] got hurt.
What just happened?
_ [Db] Freeze!
Don't nobody move nothing.
Get him up!
Get him up!
Break his leg!
[Bm] I don't want [N] to be in the gang!
Hey shut up!
I don't want to hear your mouth!
Shut up!
Officer, officer, what's the problem?
Ain't no feudal problem!
Feudal problem!
[Dbm] Get in the car!
Get in the car!
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Get in the car! _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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