Interpret:

Tracy Chapman

Album:

Crossroads

People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
People live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellowman


Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
Won't you please, please give the President my honest regards
For disregarding me


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
Guess I'm lucky to be alive


Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
Won't you please, give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me


They say we've fallen through the cracks
Say the system works
But we won't let it help
Guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living


Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please, please give the President my honest regards
For disregarding me


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


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


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
Screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying


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


Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me