## Metadata
**Caption:** funk soul, synth bass, socially conscious, groovy, 1973, 104 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 75
**Duration:** 180.0s
**Key:** E minor
**Time Signature:** 2

## Lyrics
[verse]
Born in a house with the paint peeling thin,
Daddy worked double just to get us in,
Mama pressed his shirt before the sun,
Praying that her children's road would be a better one.

[chorus]
Living for the city, running for a chance,
Every closed door waiting for a second glance,
They keep pushing, they keep hoping still,
Living for the city, climbing up the hill.

[verse]
Packed a bag and left the only home he knew,
City lights promised something bright and new,
But the streets don't care about a dream,
They just judge you by the coat you're wearing, so it seems.

[chorus]
Living for the city, running for a chance,
Every closed door waiting for a second glance,
They keep pushing, they keep hoping still,
Living for the city, climbing up the hill.

[bridge]
Somebody's son, somebody's pride,
Trying to survive with his hope alive,
The system's built to make you fall,
But he keeps walking straight and tall.

[chorus]
Living for the city, running for a chance,
Every closed door waiting for a second glance,
They keep pushing, they keep hoping still,
Living for the city, climbing up the hill.