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Not enough to buy bus fare

Or even enough to purchase a slice of bread

These are the problems I face in the hood

With my last three cents nothing is good

I would like to go to a movie or picture show

But with three cent they will not open the door

A second class person is how I feel

My last three cent I cannot catch a deal

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So I wander the streets in search of relief

With little bread and less meat to eat

A hungry body does not need to count

It only know that I am without

While I’m hidden behind the media focus

Like a small bugs or seven year locus

With the last three cents in my pocket

It does not give me much strength or power

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So as in nature I will fight like a salmon up stream

Against the force that block my progress

Because I will be faced with future conditions of this type

With a belief and will power I can better my life