With a child, ain't got no hope
Old man winter's comin' on
One meal ain't enough for three
Is this the way it's supposed to be?
Get in line, there's no jobs
And the kids are shootin' dope
Mama's startin' to lose hope, hope
When you got no place to stay
Dear Mr. President, there is trouble on the streets
Now is the time and the test we must meet
Dear Mr. President, take a look around
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