Subcity - Tracy Chapman

    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 receive any government relief
    I'd like to please 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 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 through the cracks
    They say the system works
    But we won't let it
    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 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


    Marco Giunco
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