I'm just another voice from the street,
And since it's my choice, I feel that I must speak.
Now I know that you won't listen to little me,
But I can't rest unless I get this off my chest.
See the city's my home, the streets where I roam,
But still I leave the drugs and violence alone.

And so I try to stay in the right frame of mind,
Although I know some people who might say that I'm
Crazy and lazy for not breakin' out,
But the city has soul and that's what I'm about.

I have an appetite that must be fed,
No longer blind and being led.
The type of freedom that you can buy,
My bank won't lend me yet.
But still I can get by, and even smile.
So don't judge me by the colour of my skin;
My blood runs as deep as your runs red,
Which takes me out of the rap.

[Chorus]
The choice is mine,
With my joy and pain inside,
And I ain't gone under yet!

See bodies with souls living in the street.
No one wants to live with nothing to eat,
But to climb over living people and feel
That they brought it on themselves 'cause
They lazy or would rather steal is a mystery.

So don't judge me by the colour of my skin;
My blood runs as deep as your runs red,
Which takes me out of the verse.

[Chorus]

Your under is my over; I've never seen your over yet,
But don't forget
I ain't gone under yet!

Your under is my over; I've never seen your over yet,
But don't forget
I ain't gone under yet!

Your under is my over; I've never seen your over yet,
But don't forget
I ain't gone under yet!

Your under is my over; I've never seen your over yet,
But don't forget
I ain't gone under yet!

I don't steal, I don't run tricks or scams,
'Cause I'm a strong young woman; yes I know who I am.
But sometimes it's so hard to get by,
Tough circumstances make me want to get high.
But I don't go too far 'cause that ain't my style,
So why don't you come live next to me for a while?

Writer : CHERRY, NENEH/MC VEY, CAMERON/MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER E
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing