| Where I'm from we ain't got no river |
| Runnin' through no backyard |
| Get your tan on the roof |
| And that's the truth |
| The cement sure gets hard |
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| When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times |
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| School school bell ring, catch 'em at the corner |
| Waitin' till the day begins |
| Junior blue collars |
| Tryin' to feel the dollars |
| Till the lucky number wins |
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| When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times |
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| Empty out the classroom, fill up the pool hall |
| Tell the man you turned eighteen |
| Play a game of stickball until you hear your ma call |
| Another night of rice and beans |
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| When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times |
| When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times |
| No way |
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| Thirty-eight degrees, the middle of November |
| The heat don't come on till it snows |
| Got a new mayor, he's a doin' not a sayin' |
| But what he's doin' nobody knows |
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| When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times |
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| Where I'm from we ain't got no river |
| Runnin' through no backyard |
| Get your tan on the roof |
| And that's the truth |
| The cement sure gets hard |
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