| While I'm living, thanks I'll be giving, |
| The most high, you know. |
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| I'm living. While I'm living, |
| To the Father I will pray. |
| Only Him know how we get through every day. |
| All the hike in the price, |
| Arm and leg we have to pay. |
| While our leaders play. |
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| All I see people are ripping and robbing or they bribing |
| Thief never love to see thief with long bag. |
| No love for the people who have suffer read bad. |
| Another toll to the poll, may God help your soul. |
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| What is to stop the youth from get out of control? |
| Full up a education, yet no own no payroll |
| The clothes from they back have countless eye hole |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| |
| I'm living. While I'm living, |
| To the Father I will pray. |
| Only Him know how we get through every day. |
| All the hike in the price, |
| Arm and leg we have to pay. |
| While our leaders play. |
| |
| Me I say who can run will run, |
| But what about those who can't? |
| They will have to stay. |
| Opportunity, a scarce, scarce commodity. |
| In these times I say, |
| When Mama spend her last to send and you to class, |
| Never you ever play. |
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| It's a competitive world for low-budget people. |
| Spending a dime while earning a nickel, |
| With no regard for who it may tickle |
| My cup is full to the brim. |
| I could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| |
| Though this life, it get me down, (on and on) |
| (Don't give up now) I've got to survive (on and on) |
| (Some way, somehow), (On and on) |
| I could go on and on; the full has never been told. |
| On and on, |
| On and on, |
| On and on. |
| |
| I'm living. While I'm living, |
| To the Father I will pray. |
| Only Him know how we get through every day. |
| All the hike in the price, |
| Arm and leg we have to pay. |
| While our leaders play. |
| |
| All I see people are ripping and robbing or they bribing |
| Thief never love to see thief with long bag. |
| No love for the people who have suffer read bad. |
| Another toll to the poll, may God help your soul. |
| |
| What is to stop the youth from get out of control? |
| Full up a education, yet no own no payroll |
| The clothes from they back have countless eye hole |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| |
| I'm living. While I'm living, |
| To the Father I will pray. |
| Only Him know how we get through every day. |
| All the hike in the price, |
| Arm and leg we have to pay. |
| While our leaders play. |
| |
| Me say who can run will run, |
| But what about those who can't? |
| Here will have to stay. |
| Opportunity, a scarce, scarce commodity. |
| In these time I say, |
| When Mama spend her last to send you to class, |
| Never you ever play. |
| |
| It's a competitive world for low-budget people. |
| Spending a dime while earning a nickel, |
| With no regard for who it may tickle |
| My cup is full to the brim. |
| I could go on and on; the full has never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |
| Could go on and on; the full has have never been told. |