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A boy is born in Hardtime Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong, movin' in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city The father works some days for fourteen hours You better believe, he hardly earns a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floors for many You'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city 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 has to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many His patience's long but soon he won't have any 'Cause to find a job is like a haystack needle 'Cause where he likes, they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city, yeah Living just enough, just enough for the city Living just enough for the city Living just enough for the city Living just enough for the city ...