A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that aint so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha! His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floor for many And youd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah His sisters black but she is sho nuff pretty Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school shes got to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum Her brothers smart hes got more sense than many His patiences long but soon he wont have any To find a job is like a haystack needle Cause where he lives they dont use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city... Living just enough... For the city... His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty He spends his love walking the streets of New York City Hes almost dead from breathing on air pollution He tried to vote but to him theres no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city...yeah, yeah, yeah! I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel no where could be much colder If we dont change the world will soon be over Living just enough, just enough for the city!!!!
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 16:01:43 +0000
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