Tracy Chapman

^G People say it doesn't exist ^Am
'Cause no one would like to admit ^C
That there is a city undergro ^G und
Where people live everyday ^Am
Off the waste and decay ^C
Off the discards of their fellow m ^G an
CHORUS:
^G Here in subcity life is hard ^{Am C
G} We can't receive any go ^Am vernment reli ^D ef
I'd like to please ^G give Mr. President my ho ^Am nest reg ^C ards
For disrega ^D rding ^G me
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen ^Am through the cracks
^G They say the system works
But we won't let it
H ^C elp
I guess they never stop to think
We m ^G ight not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest li ^Am ving
Living this ain't li ^G ving
What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday 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 I dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying
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