Living For The City (1982 Musiquarium Version)

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 [Verse 2] 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 (yeah) [Verse 3] His sister's black but she is sho '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 (um-hum) [Verse 4] 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 Because where he lives they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city [Bridge] (Living just enough for the city) Living for the city, yeah (Believing just enough for the city) Ain't nothing but a city (Believing just enough for the city) Living for the city, yeah yeah (Believing just enough for the city) Nothing but a city (Believing just enough for the city) Live for the city, yeah yeah (Believing just enough for the city) The fucking crud is shitty (Believing just enough for the city) Live for the city (Believing just enough for the city) Ain't nothing but a city, woo (Believing just enough for the city) Everybody clap their hands together now, woo (Believing just enough for the city) Hmm, for the city yeah (Believing just enough for the city) For the city, yeah yeah (Believing just enough for the city) For the city, yeah (Believing just enough for the city) [Spoken Interlude] Bus for New York City! Hey, bus driver! I'm getting on that, hold it Thanks a lot Wow, New York, just like I pictured it Skyscrapers and everything Hey hey brother, hey come here slick Hey you look, you look hip man Hey you wanna make yourself five bucks man You look hip Run this across the street for me right quick Okay, run this across the street for me What? Huh? I didn’t know! What? Gimme your hands up you punk! I’m just going across the street Put that leg up, shut your mouth Hell no, what did I do? Okay, turn around, turn around Put your hands behind your back, let’s go, let’s go A jury of your peers having found you guilty, ten years What? Come on, come on, get in that cell nigga God, lord [Verse 5] 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 and fought but to him there's no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city [Verse 6] I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel nowhere 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