| A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
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| Surrounded by four walls that ain’t so pretty
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| His parents give him love and affection
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| To keep him strong moving in the right direction
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city… ee ha!
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| His father works some days for fourteen hours
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| And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
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| His mother goes to scrub the floor for many
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| And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city… yeah
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| His sister’s black but she is sho 'nuff pretty
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| Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
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| To walk to school she’s got to get up early
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| Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city… um hum
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| Her brother’s smart he’s got more sense than many
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| His patience’s long but soon he won’t have any
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| To find a job is like a haystack needle
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| Cause where he lives they don’t use colored people
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city…
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| Living just enough…
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| For the city… ooh, ooh
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| Bus for New York City!
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| Hey bus driver, I’m getting on that hold it
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| Thanks a lot
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| Wow, New York, just like I pictured it
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| Skyscrapers and everything
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| Hey hey brother, hey come here slick
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| Hey you look, you look hip man
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| Hey you wanna make yourself five bucks man
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| You look hip
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| Run this across the street for me right quick
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| Okay, run this across the street for me
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| What? |
| Huh? |
| I didn’t know!
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| Put your hands up you punk!
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| I’m just going across the street
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| Lay down, shut your mouth
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| Hell no, what did I do?
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| Okay, turn around, turn around, put your hands behind your back, let’s go,
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| let’s go
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| A jury of your peers having found you guilty, ten years
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| What?
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| Come on, come on, get in that cell nigga, god, lord
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| His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
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| He spends his love walking the streets of New York City
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| He’s almost dead from breathing on air pollution
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| He tried to vote but to him there’s no solution
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city… yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
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| And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
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| This place is cruel no where could be much colder
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| If we don’t change the world will soon be over
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| Living just enough, just enough for the city!!!
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da
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| Da Da Da Da Da Da
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| Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
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| Let Me Tell You How To Walls
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| 1 Wall There’s More Than Proverty
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| Second Wall For The World Of Prefection
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| Third Wall There’s A Wall Of Proceed
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| Fourth Wall For Our Love And Concer Hated!!!
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| We Got Take Down Those Walls! |
| …For Portrait Yeah!!! |