Living for the City - Roger Troutman, Zapp

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi

Surrounded by four walls that ain’t so pretty

His parents give him love and affection

To keep him strong moving in the right direction

Living just enough, just enough for the city… ee ha!

His father works some days for fourteen hours

And you can bet he barely makes a dollar

His mother goes to scrub the floor for many

And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny

Living just enough, just enough for the city… yeah

His sister’s black but she is sho 'nuff pretty

Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy

To walk to school she’s got to get up early

Her clothes are old but never are they dirty

Living just enough, just enough for the city… um hum

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 colored people

Living just enough, just enough for the city…

Living just enough…

For the city… ooh, ooh

Bus for New York City!

Hey bus driver, I’m getting on that hold it

Thanks a lot

Wow, New York, just like I pictured it

Skyscrapers and everything

Hey hey brother, hey come here slick

Hey you look, you look hip man

Hey you wanna make yourself five bucks man

You look hip

Run this across the street for me right quick

Okay, run this across the street for me

What?

Huh?

I didn’t know!

Put your hands up you punk!

I’m just going across the street

Lay down, shut your mouth

Hell no, what did I do?

Okay, turn around, turn around, put your hands behind your back, let’s go,

let’s go

A jury of your peers having found you guilty, ten years

What?

Come on, come on, get in that cell nigga, god, lord

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty

He spends his love walking the streets of New York City

He’s almost dead from breathing on air pollution

He tried to vote but to him there’s no solution

Living just enough, just enough for the city… yeah, yeah, yeah!

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow

And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow

This place is cruel no where could be much colder

If we don’t change the world will soon be over

Living just enough, just enough for the city!!!

La, la, la, la, la, la

Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da

Da Da Da Da Da Da

Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da Da

Let Me Tell You How To Walls

1 Wall There’s More Than Proverty

Second Wall For The World Of Prefection

Third Wall There’s A Wall Of Proceed

Fourth Wall For Our Love And Concer Hated!!!

We Got Take Down Those Walls!

…For Portrait Yeah!!!