Living for the City

[Verse 1] A boy is born in Hardtime Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong, movin' 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 hardly makes a dollar His mother goes and scrubs the floors for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city Na, na, na, na [Verse 3] His sister's black, but she is sho 'nuff pretty Her skirt is short, but, oh, her legs are sturdy To walk to school, she's has to get up early Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city [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, 'cause Where he lives, they don't use coloured people Living just enough, just enough for the city Living just enough, just enough for the city Na, na, na, na [Outro] Living just enough (For the city), living for the city Living just enough for the city Living just enough for the city, living for the city Living just enough for the city Living just enough for the city, living for the city Living just enough for the city Living just enough for the city, living for the city Living just enough for the city Na, na, na, na