Tracy Chapman - Subcity

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Subcity

People say it doesn't exist
Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
 
Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to give, give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me
 
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Goverment and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked, I worked in factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
 
They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living, this ain't living
 
What did I do to deserve this
Had my trust in God
Worked every day of my life
Thought I had some guarantees
That's what I thought
At least, that's what I thought
 
Last night I had another restless sleep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Last night dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying
 
Inskickad av julianejuliane Mån, 20/08/2012 - 11:17
Tack!

 

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