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When I think about places I could live I wonder if one's good enough to raise a few Black kids Wife’s a city girl, and I’m born from the sticks No hope for me and mine We just get it how we live Philadelphia always shows up DC's nice but the summers are tough New York City, it just costs too much I'm thinking about the lives I don't have Thinking about the lives I don't have Thinking about the lives I don't have I envision a house with cobblestone A nook to read with bookshelves built inside the very home Backyard bluejays so my girl's not alone And a lake that freezes over when the winter months come Toronto’s beautiful, but it’s not time LA’s got everything, except for people like mine Chicago’s perfect, but do you want to grind? I’m thinking about the lives I don’t have Thinking about the lives I don’t have Thinking about the lives I don’t have Thinking about the lives I don’t have From Letras Mania