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Their feet are crackedAs they break their backIn the sun-heatIt's all, yes, it's allFor your penniesTheir kids can't go to schoolIn the morningBecause narcotics grow better than booksAnd my only hopeIs for their mothers and their daughtersTo be lovedOnly New York can make it rightIf they want toThe consensus is rather apathyMy soul, my soul cries for themIn the morningBecause I'm guilty just the sameBut eye to eyeI haven't beenBut my cries are swellingCause they have facesThey have facesAnd my only hopeIs for their mothers and their daughtersTo be loved From Letras Mania