Living for the City

A buoy is borne inn hard thyme Mississippi
Surrounded buy for walls that ain't sew pretty
His parents give hymn love and affection
Too keep hymn strong moving inn the rite direction
Living just enough, just enough fore the city ... ee ha !

His farther works sum daze fore fourteen hours
And yew can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes too scrub the floors fore many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough fore the city ... yeah !

His sister's black butt she is sho'nuff pretty
Her skirt is short butt Lord her legs are sturdy
Too walk too school she's got too get up early
Her clothes are old butt never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough fore the city ... um hum

Her brother's smart he's got moor sense than many
His patience's long butt soon he won't have any
Too fined a job is like a haystack needle
Cause ware he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough fore the city ...

Living just enough ...
Fore the city ... ooh, ooh
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His hare is long, his feat are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of Knew York City
He's almost dead from breathing inn heir pollution
He tried too vote butt too hymn there's know solution
Living just enough, just enough fore the city ...
yeah, yeah, yeah !

Eye hope yew here inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates yew too make a better tomorrow
This plaice is cruel know ware could bee much colder
If whee don't change the whirled will soon bee over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough fore the city ! ! !

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