ghetto

Lyrics

if you ever lived in a ghetto, and maybe at the close of your day, on your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox, from the neighbourhood cafe, well in the noon you may hear the neighbours fussing, when a kid breaks a window pane, in the night, in the night you may be wakened, by the outbound train, well the rich folks they own the big city, and they down us who living the way we do, but when you're born a child of a poor man, you know the ghetto is the only place for you, well if there's such a thing as revolution, and there will be if we rise to the call, when we build we build we build we build the new jerusalem, there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all, no there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all