A boy is born in hard time Mississippi, surrounded by four walls that ain't 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.
His father works some days for fourteen hours and you can bet he barely makes a
dollar.
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many and you'd best believe she hardly
gets a penny.
Living just enough, just enough for the city.
His sister's black but she is sure 'nuff pretty, her skirt is short but Lord,
her legs are sturdy.
To walk to school she's got to get up early. Her clothes are old but never are
they dirty.
Living just enough, just enough for the city.
Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many.
His patience's long but soon he won't have any.
To find a job is like a haystack needle cause where he lives, they don't use
colored people.
Living just enough, just enough for the city.
Living just enough for the city. Ain't nothing but a pity.
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty,
he spends his life walking the streets of New York City.
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution. He tried to vote, but to him
there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city.
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 don't change, the world will soon be over.
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city.
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