My Life Peabo Bryson

Here's a little something for those of us
Who grew up the hard way
Southern nights, good Baptist ministers
Singin’ on the village green
Street corners at night
Well, I wouldn't change a thing
'Cause this is my life

Did you ever have to sleep in the cold, cold
In a three-room shack with one woodstove, mmm...
Do you know what it’s like to sleep in your clothes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Inner city blues, you got me payin' some dues, yeah

Hey, sister, stand beside me
I need your love strength and courage to guide me
Foolish junkies got you nodding
Throwin' your life away tryin' to party
Hey-hey-hey
Genocide is closin' in on man
Humanity is dying
Poverty, starvation, people
The children cry, cry

Yeah, hey, yeah, yeah