Tracy Chapman
Subcity
People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life
is hard
We can't recieve any government relief
I'd like to give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me
They say there's too
much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big buisness hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factory
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen
through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living
What did I do to 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
