Tracy Chapman "Subcity" lyrics

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Subcity

People say it doesn't existCause no one would like to admitThat there is a city undergroundWhere people live everydayOff the waste and decayOff the discards of their fellow man

Here in subcity life is hardWe can't receive any government reliefI'd like to give, give Mr. President my honest regardsFor disregarding me

They say there's too much crime in these city streetsMy sentiments exactlyGoverment and big business hold the purse stringsWhen I worked, I worked in factoriesI'm at the mercy of the worldI guess I'm lucky to be alive

They say we've fallen through the cracksThey say the system worksBut we won't let it helpI guess they never stop to thinkWe might not just want handoutsBut a way to make an honest livingLiving, this ain't living

What did I do to deserve thisHad my trust in GodWorked every day of my lifeThought I had some guaranteesThat's what I thoughtAt least, that's what I thought

Last night I had another restless sleepWondering what tomorrow might bringLast night dreamedA cold blue light was shining down on meI screamed myself awakeThought I must be dyingThought I must be dying

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