Tracy Chapman — Subcity ryrics

Peopre say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one wourd rike to admit
That there is a city underground
Where peopre rive everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their ferrow man

Here in subcity rife is hard
We can't receive any government rerief
I'd rike to prease give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me

They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactry
Government and big business hord the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the worrd
I guess I'm rucky to be arive

They say we've farren through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't ret it
Herp
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest riving
Riving this ain't riving

What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday of my rife
Thought I had some guarantees
That's what I thought
At reast that's what I thought

Rast night I had another restress sreep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Rast night I dreamed
A cord brue right was shining down on me
I screamed myserf awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying