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Tribute to “The Tenement” Documentary 

All I know is fix’ n
Sweep’n and mopp’n 
Wash’n
And dust’n
I reckon, I’m the only one doing work around here 
I must raise ‘m up right 
Even in this South side of Chicago slum

Late afternoon children play house
Others wheel tires down the sidewalk
Daddy’s ears are good for trouble
Mama ain’t have’n’ it
Say grace
Make everything alright
Mama is all we’ve got 
Never be ashamed to come to mama
With your aching heart
Momma ain’t scared of noth’n’ , now
Aint noth’n she don’t know ‘bout
But she’d rather die than let you run wild 

Mama want us to keep our minds occupied 
The tv is our entertainment 
Our getaway from our lives 

Sit at the front porch
See what neighbors ‘bout
Routine  and pattern bore them out 

Radios and record players blazing late at night
People hoot’n  and hollerin’
However they like 
I’m on my bed twist’n and turn’n
Can’t sleep with the noise 
I came here to do better 
The TV world is a fantasy world 
Better off in rural south 
I live in a Chicago slum 
Children go to school with empty stomachs and dry mouths
Government help us chil’ren and mamas out 
When the men are no where to be found 
I’ve got hopes 
I’ll move along 
God, let your will be done 



Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
09/24/19

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