Cloud Nine

The childhood part of my life wasn't very pretty You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city It was a one-room shack we slept in, the children beside me We hardly had enough food or rooms It was a hard time Needed somethin' to ease my troubled mind. Ooooh listen Father didn't know the meaning of work He disrespected Mama and treated her slightly I left home seekin' a job that I never did find The first thing, downhearted, I took to Cloud 9 I'm doin' fine up here on Cloud 9 Listen, one more time I'm doin' fine up here on Cloud 9 Folks now tell me