The Ghetto Songtext
von Ruthie Foster

If you ever lived in the ghetto
It may be at the close of your day
From your front porch
You hear the sounds of the juke box
From a neighborhood café

At noon, you may hear neighbors fussing, oh yeah
When a kid breaks a window pane
Ooh, at night, at night, you may be awakened
By the sounds of an outward bound train


Outside us, they refuse to help us, oh yeah
And they downed us oh for living the way we do, oh yeah
But when you′re born a child, a child of a poor man
Oh, they say the ghetto is the only place for you

But if there's, such thing as, as a here after, oh yeah
And I′m satisfied, oh I'm satisfied that there will be
Oh, when they build, when they build, oh a New Jerusalem
Oh, there won't be, no more ghetto ever for me, oh yeah
There won′t be, no more ghetto for me, yeah
There won′t be, no more ghetto for me
Mm, yeah, mm

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