A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that aint 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
His father works some days for hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And youd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
His sisters black but she is shonuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school shes got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Her brothers smart hes got more sense than many
His patiences long but soon he wont have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they dont use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Just enough Living for the city
Just enough Enough for the city
Just enough Living for the city
Just enough Living for the city
Just enough Living for the, yeah
Living for the city
For the city now
For the city now
For city
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da