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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