Letras
Where I'm from we ain't got no river
Runnin' through no backyard
Get your tan on the roof
And that's the truth
The cement sure gets hard
When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
School school bell ring, catch 'em at the corner
Waitin' till the day begins
Junior blue collars
Tryin' to feel the dollars
Till the lucky number wins
When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
Empty out the classroom, fill up the pool hall
Tell the man you turned eighteen
Play a game of stickball until you hear your ma call
Another night of rice and beans
When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
No way
Thirty-eight degrees, the middle of November
The heat don't come on till it snows
Got a new mayor, he's a doin' not a sayin'
But what he's doin' nobody knows
When you're raised in the city you don't have time having times
Where I'm from we ain't got no river
Runnin' through no backyard
Get your tan on the roof
And that's the truth
The cement sure gets hard