People say it doesn’t exist

Cause no one would like to admit

that there is a city underground

where people live everyday

off the waste and decay,

off the discards of their fellow man.

Here in sub-city life is hard.

We can’t receive any government relief.

I’d like to give Mr. President my honest regards

For disregarding me.

They say there’s too much crime in these city streets,

my sentiments exactly.

Government and big business hold the purse strings.

When I worked I worked in the factories,

I’m at the mercy of the world,

I guess I lucky to be alive.

They say the system works,

but we won’t let it help

I guess they never stop to think

we might not just want handouts

but a way to make an honest living.

What did I do to deserve this.

Had my trust in God.

Worked everyday for my life,

thought I had some guarantees

that’s what I thought

at least that’s what I thought.

Last night I had another restless sleep

wondering what tomorrow might bring.

Last night I dreamed

a cold blue light was shining down on me.

I screamed myself awake.

Thought: "I must be dying"

Thought: "I must be dying".