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any song about children living on the street?

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anyone knows a song about poor children living on the street that have a hard life? i need this for school, please provide song and artist (song can also be in dutch)

Couldn't think about children living on the street. But Phil Collins' Another Day in Paradise is people in general having a hard life and living on the street.

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The 1980's version of the Bandaid song is about children in Africa if thats good enough? :-/

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How about Hardknock Life by Jay-Z

 

 

 

:o

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thanks for songs already, going to check out the lyrics in a minute

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texts are really okay, but if anyone knows a song 100% on children living on the street please let me know.

Yellow Brick Road by Eminem?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He's not homeless, but he is poor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

btw, lyrics off the internet are really unreliable. I just looked up this tune on azlyrics.com, and it was absolutely full of errors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here's the real lyrics as I know them. I bolded the parts that are really about living on the street:

 

 

 

Yellow Brick Road

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Verse 1- Eminem]

 

 

 

Alright Come on, let's cut the [cabbage], enough

 

 

 

Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up

 

 

 

Let's take this [cabbage] back to basement

 

 

 

And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape

 

 

 

And this whole origin of the music that we all know and love

 

 

 

The music that we all enjoy

 

 

 

the music you all accuse me of tryna destroy

 

 

 

Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit

 

 

 

Crossin 8 Mile into Warren, into hit territory

 

 

 

I'd like to share a story, this is my story and cant no body tell it for me

 

 

 

You have well inform me, I am well aware that I don't belong here

 

 

 

You've made that perfectly clear, I get my [wagon] kicked damn near everywhere

 

 

 

From Bel-Air shopping center just for stopping in there

 

 

 

From the black side all the way to the white side

 

 

 

Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide

 

 

 

You may call it a pass I call it haulin my [wagon]

 

 

 

Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks

 

 

 

Oh them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks

 

 

 

Them good old notorious oh well known tracks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Chorus x2]

 

 

 

Come on lets go back

 

 

 

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode

 

 

 

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

 

 

 

I once used to call home sweet home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Verse 2- Eminem]

 

 

 

I roam the streets so much they call me a drifter

 

 

 

Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike

 

 

 

Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van [bleep]

 

 

 

And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard

 

 

 

And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark

 

 

 

To meet Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark

 

 

 

To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's

 

 

 

Thats about the time I first met Proof with Goofy Gary on the steps

 

 

 

At Osbourne handing out some flyers, he was doin some talent shows

 

 

 

At Centerline High, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime

 

 

 

He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme

 

 

 

I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place

 

 

 

And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike

 

 

 

We was on the same [cabbage] that Big Daddy Kane [cabbage] with compound syllables sound combined

 

 

 

From that day we was down to ride somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Chorus x2]

 

 

 

Come on lets go back

 

 

 

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode

 

 

 

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

 

 

 

I once used to call home sweet home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Verse 3- Eminem]

 

 

 

My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school

 

 

 

It was cool till your man MC Sham came through

 

 

 

And said that Puma's The Brand 'cause the clan makes troops

 

 

 

It was rumors but man god damn they flew

 

 

 

Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes

 

 

 

I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land, suede too

 

 

 

And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news

 

 

 

Guess who came through next, X clan debut

 

 

 

Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green

 

 

 

With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend

 

 

 

We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums

 

 

 

Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions

 

 

 

Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant

 

 

 

Me and my man Howard and (some name) would go to the mall with 'em

 

 

 

All over our necks like we're showin 'em off not knowin at all

 

 

 

We was bein laughed at you ain't even half black

 

 

 

You ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that

 

 

 

And that Flava Flave clock we gon' have to snatch that

 

 

 

All I remember is meetin back at Manix's basement

 

 

 

Sayin how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this

 

 

 

Which reminds me back in 89 me and Kim broke up for the first time

 

 

 

She was tryna two time me and there was this black girl

 

 

 

At our school who thought I was cool cuz I rapped so she was kinda eyein me

 

 

 

And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gon' say it plus

 

 

 

The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs

 

 

 

The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it

 

 

 

Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time

 

 

 

But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy

 

 

 

And thats the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl

 

 

 

But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad

 

 

 

But it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologize

 

 

 

I was wrong cuz no matter what color a girl is she still a hoe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Chorus x2]

 

 

 

Come on lets go back

 

 

 

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode

 

 

 

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

 

 

 

I once used to call home sweet home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good luck with your school project :wink:

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Don't know if this really relates to children on the street but

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tupac - Changes :wink:

The Decemberists - On the bus mall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About kids running away from home and prostituting themselves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In matching blue raincoats,

 

 

 

Our shoes were our show boats

 

 

 

We kicked around.

 

 

 

From stairway to station

 

 

 

We made a sensation

 

 

 

With the gadabout crowd.

 

 

 

And oh, what a bargain,

 

 

 

We're two easy targets

 

 

 

For the old men at the off-tracks,

 

 

 

Who've paid in palaver

 

 

 

And crumpled old dollars,

 

 

 

Which we squirreled away

 

 

 

In our rat trap hotel by the freeway.

 

 

 

And we slept-in Sundays.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your parents were anxious,

 

 

 

Your cool was contagious

 

 

 

At the old school.

 

 

 

You left without leaving

 

 

 

A note for your grieving

 

 

 

Sweet mother, while

 

 

 

Your brother was so cruel.

 

 

 

And here in the alleys

 

 

 

Your spirits were rallied

 

 

 

As you learned quick to make a fast buck.

 

 

 

In bathrooms and barrooms,

 

 

 

On dumpsters and heirlooms,

 

 

 

We bit our tongues.

 

 

 

Sucked our lips into our lungs

 

 

 

'til we were falling.

 

 

 

Such was our calling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here in our hollow we fuse like a family,

 

 

 

But I will not mourn for you.

 

 

 

So take up your makeup

 

 

 

And pocket your pills away.

 

 

 

We're kings among runaways

 

 

 

On the bus mall.

 

 

 

We're down

 

 

 

On the bus mall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants

 

 

 

Of the old town,

 

 

 

We reigned at the pool hall

 

 

 

With one iron cue ball

 

 

 

And we never let the bastards get us down.

 

 

 

And we laughed off the quick tricks--

 

 

 

The old men with limp [bleep]s--

 

 

 

On the colonnades of the waterfront park.

 

 

 

As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring,

 

 

 

We huddled close

 

 

 

In the bus stop enclosure enfolding.

 

 

 

Our hands tightly holding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But here in our hollow we fuse like a family,

 

 

 

But I will not mourn for you.

 

 

 

So take up your makeup

 

 

 

And pocket your pills away.

 

 

 

We're kings among runaways

 

 

 

On the bus mall.

 

 

 

We're down

 

 

 

On the bus mall.

 

 

 

We're down

 

 

 

On the bus mall.

 

 

 

Down on the bus mall.

 

 

 

Oh ooh oh

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that song "In the Ghetto" or something by Elvis.

Ah just about any rap song should cover it, if you make out what they're saying inbetween all the slandering and racism.

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i totally forget who sings this song but it has the lyrics like

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"what would you do if you son was at home, cryin on the floor something something, cause hes hungry and the only way to feed him was to sleep with a man something something, in and out of lockdown and i aint got a job, something somethingbut for me this is my whole life"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

think thatll be along the lines of what your looking for

try

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

babyshambles - pentonville

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's rough

 

 

 

It's wicked and rough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Pentonville rough

 

 

 

It's tough

 

 

 

It's wicked and rough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Pentonville rough

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now in Pentonville there's all type of nation

 

 

 

Russian, Columbian and Jamaican

 

 

 

Latvian, Croatian and a Polishman

 

 

 

Indian, Chinaman down from Vietnam

 

 

 

And from the Carribbean an Jamaican

 

 

 

Poorly paid people formed the Irish gang

 

 

 

And the Scottish and the Englishman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They're rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough

 

 

 

Yeah rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyday, it's the same

 

 

 

People can't get better

 

 

 

No they can't get tamed

 

 

 

And black up the heads of the sick and the lame

 

 

 

Some men jump out of their brains

 

 

 

Cause they can't take the pressure

 

 

 

Or the shame or the pain

 

 

 

When they see the life, it go down the drain

 

 

 

In Pentonville it's a different ball game

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough

 

 

 

Yeah rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lying on my lumpy mattress

 

 

 

Lying on my back

 

 

 

Staring up at the ceiling

 

 

 

Counting all the cracks

 

 

 

And what's happening behind me

 

 

 

Look over my shoulder back

 

 

 

Bill Cole got my breakfast pack

 

 

 

He won't give it back

 

 

 

Ooooooooooh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough

 

 

 

Yeah rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyday, it's the same

 

 

 

People can't get better

 

 

 

No they can't get tamed

 

 

 

And black up the heads of the sick and the lame

 

 

 

Some men jump out of their brains

 

 

 

Cause they can't take the pressure

 

 

 

Or the shame or the pain

 

 

 

When they see the life, it go down the drain

 

 

 

In Pentonville it's a different ball game

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing

 

 

 

Come help us sing

 

 

 

A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing

 

 

 

Come help us sing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because it's rough

 

 

 

Pentonville tough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough

 

 

 

Yeah tough

 

 

 

Pentonville rough

 

 

 

It's hard

 

 

 

Wicked and rough

i totally forget who sings this song but it has the lyrics like

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"what would you do if you son was at home, cryin on the floor something something, cause hes hungry and the only way to feed him was to sleep with a man something something, in and out of lockdown and i aint got a job, something somethingbut for me this is my whole life"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

think thatll be along the lines of what your looking for

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

City High, I believe.

 

i totally forget who sings this song but it has the lyrics like

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"what would you do if you son was at home, cryin on the floor something something, cause hes hungry and the only way to feed him was to sleep with a man something something, in and out of lockdown and i aint got a job, something somethingbut for me this is my whole life"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

think thatll be along the lines of what your looking for

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

City High, I believe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i think Maya sings it, not too sure, it might be City High, but my brain isnt all that functionable anymore :P

 

i totally forget who sings this song but it has the lyrics like

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"what would you do if you son was at home, cryin on the floor something something, cause hes hungry and the only way to feed him was to sleep with a man something something, in and out of lockdown and i aint got a job, something somethingbut for me this is my whole life"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

think thatll be along the lines of what your looking for

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

City High, I believe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

City High - What would you do?

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Thanks everyone, did my presentation yesterday. Now hoping for some good score :D .

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