Ghetto

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If you ever lived in a ghetto
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And maybe at the close of your day
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On your front porch you hear the 
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sound of a jukebox
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From the neighborhood cafe

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Well, in the noon you may hear the 
neighbors fussing
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When a kid breaks a window-pane
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In the night, in the night you may
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 be wakened
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By the sound of he outbound train


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Well, the rich folks they own the 
big city
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And they down us who living the 
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way we do
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But when you're born a child of a 
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poor man
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You know the ghetto is the only 
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place for you


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Well, if there's such a thing as 
revolution
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And there will be if we rise to 
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the call
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When we build, we build, we build,
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 we build the new Jerusalem
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There won't be no more ghetto, 
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ghetto at all
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No, there won't be no more 
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ghetto, ghetto at all