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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 |
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Just enough for the city |
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His father works some days for fourteen hours |
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And you can believe he barely makes a dollar |
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His mother goes to scrub the floors for many |
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And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny |
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Living just enough |
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Just enough for the city |
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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 dirty |
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Living just enough |
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Just enough for the city |
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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 |
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Just enough for the city |
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Living just enough |
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For the city, ooh, ooh |
