Thursday, 16 April 2009

The Message
(e.fletcher, s.robinson,, m.glover -Sugarhill records 82)

Broken glass everywhere, People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don’t careI cant take the smell, I cant 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 batI tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far 'cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car.

Chorus:Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge, I’m trying not to loose my head, Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window, Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezesBlow, Crazy lady, livin in a bag eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag.
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go, to search a prince to see the last of senses.
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps, so she can tell the stories to the girls back home.
She went to the city and got so so so ditty, she had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own.

My brothers doing fast on my mothers TV. Says he watches to much, is just not healthy.
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night. Can’t even see the game or the sugar ray fight.
Bill collectors they ring my phone and scare my wife when I’m not home.
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation.
Cant take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station.
Me on king kong standin on my back. Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac.
Mid range, migraine, cancered membrane, Sometimes I think I’m going insane,.
I swear I might hijack a plane!

My son said daddy I don’t wanna go to school 'cause the teachers 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.
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps.
Cause its all about money, ain’t a damn thing funny.
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey.
They push that girl in front of a train, took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again.
Stabbed that man, right in his heart. Gave him a transplant before a brand new start.
I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy after dark.
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run.
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw.
Hear them say you want some more, livin on a seesaw

A child was born, with no state of mind. Blind to the ways of mankind.
God is smiling on you but he’s frowning too cause only God knows what you go through.
You 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 alley way.
You’ll admire all the number book takers, thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers.
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens and you wanna grow up to be just like them. Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers, pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers.

You say I’m cool, I’m no fool but then you wind up dropping out of high school.
Now you’re unemployed, all null n void, walking around like you’re pretty boy floyd.
Turned stick-up kid, look what you done did. Got send up for a eight year bid.
Now your man is took and you’re a may tag, spend the next two years as an undercover fag.
Being used and abused, and served like hell till one day you was find hung dead in a 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.............

A song that's over over 25 years old.....Speaks still in C21.....

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