Darling, part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
See, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one room shack and slept 10 other children
Beside me, we hardly had enough food or room to sleep

It was hard times, I needed some thing
To ease my troubled mind

Listen, my father didn't know the meaning of work
He disrespected mama and treated us like dirt
I left home seeking a job that I never did find
Depressed and down hearted, I took to cloud nine

I'm doin' fine up here on cloud nine
Listen one more time, I'm doin' fine up here on cloud nine

Folks down there tell me
They say, "Give your self a chance
Son, don't let life pass you by
But the world of reality is a rat race"

Where only the strongly survive
It's a dog-eat-dog world and that ain't no lie
It ain't even safe no more to walk the streets
At night, I'm doin' fine on cloud nine
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