--- Written by Stevie Wonder

A boy is born in Hardtime Mississippi

Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty

His parents give him love and affection

To keep him strong, moving in the right direction

Living just enough

Just enough

For the city

His father works, some days for fourteen hours

And you can bet he barely makes a dollar

His mother goes to scrub the floors for many

And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny

Living just enough

Just enough

For the city

His sister's black but she is sure nough pretty

Her skirt is short but lord her legs are sturdy

To walk to school she's got to get up early

Her clothes are old but never are they dirty

Living just enough

Just enough

For the city

Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many

His patience long but soon he won't have any

To find a job is like a haystack needle

'Cause where he lives they don't use coloured people

Living just enough

Just enough

For the city

Living just enough

Just enough

For the city

Living, just enough for the city

Living for the city

Just enough for the city

Living, just enough for the city

Living for the city

Just enough for the city

Jobete Music Ltd. and Black Bull