In The Ghetto (Letra)

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Chorus
On a cold and grey chicago morn’
A poor little baby child is born – in the ghetto
On a cold and grey chicago morn’
A poor little baby child is born – in the ghetto

Verse
This a ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Down in a the ghetto where the youth suffering
Ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Down in a the ghetto them no win
The youth them down a ghetto a suffer
Every morning have fe get up and raise a dollar
Have fe fight fe survive them wan fe prosper
Me want the ghetto youth them a mon fe stand up higher
Tell me what you really never know
The youth them just a cry down in a the ghetto
With no place to live and with no place to go
You no see how them suffer down in a kosovo

Chorus

Verse
This a ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Give all the ghetto youth them the blessing
Ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Bring all the youth out a sin
Living ina the ghetto it no fun
The youth wan fe carry fe them knife and gun
The drugs them a push but we no wan none
Have fe clean up the ghetto fe we daughter and son
Me no wan see the youth cry
Like ina calcutta and down a mumbai
Ca all them a struggle and a try them a try
But what them a go do a when the well run dry

Chorus
On a cold and grey chicago morn’
A poor little baby child is born – in the ghetto
And his mama cries – if there’s one thing that she don’t need
¡­its another little hungry mouth to feed – in the ghetto
On a cold and grey chicago morn’ another little baby child is born – in the ghetto
And his mama cries – in the ghetto – and his mama cries – in the ghetto

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In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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planet earth was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map i hit first
Any a rhyme that i can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets going, the going gets rough
When i start flowing, the mic might bust
The next state, i shake from the power i generate
People in cali used to think it was earthquakes
‘cause times was hard on the boulevard
So i vote god and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like i’m locked in hell
Looking over the edge but the r never fell
A trip to slip ‘cause my nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equip
Any stage i’m seen on, a mic i fiend on
I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
Going for self wit a long way to go
So much to say but i still flow slow
I come correct and i won’t look back
‘cause it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where
You’re at
Even the (ghetto)

I learn to relax in my room and escape from new york
And return through the womb of the world as a
Thought
Thinking how hard it was to be born
Me being queen wit no physical form
Millions of cells wit one destination
To reach the best part, it’s life creation
9 months later, a job well done
Make way, ‘cause here i come
Since i made it this far, i can’t stop now
There’s a will and a way and i got the know-how
To be all i can be and more
And see all there is to see before
I’m called and go back to the essence
It’s alot to learn so i study my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could
Happen to me
I’m glad i listen when my father was rapping to me
‘cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, a straight way
Now that’s what i call hard times
I rather be here to exercise the mind
Then i take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge newborn back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that’s hot as the arabian
But they couldn’t cave me in ‘cause i’m the asian
Reaching for the city of mecca, visit medina
Visions of neffertiti then i seen a
Mind keeps traveling, i’ll be back after i
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in
Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles i thought and i just fought the people
Under the dark skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here’s an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand you’re third eye seen all of that
It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
Even the (ghetto)
Even the (ghetto)

No more props, i want property
In every borough, nobody’s stopping me
Because i’m thorough, rhymes are making real estate
For me to own
Wherever i bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxing
On point n’ reactin’ and ready for action
I’m so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and taking it easy
Quiet, it’s kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, i get loud, there’s a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
Hopin’ the wack rapper’ll put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
‘cause when it’s time to build, i’m a mechanic
I’m bonding and mending, attaching and blending
So many solos, there is no ending
People in my neighborhood, they know i’m good
From london to hollywood, wherever i stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
As i walk the street, i leave fossils and dents
When i had sex, i left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when i played celo
When i rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
So i collect my cash then slide
I got my back, my gun’s on my side
It shouldn’t have to be like that
I guess it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where
You’re at
Even the (ghetto)
I’m from the (ghetto)
Word up, peace

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In the Ghetto (Letra)

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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

Placebo

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Let me take you by the hand
Away from here,
To another land.
Oh, this land in which we live
Where people love and are meant to forgive.
And you always put me wrong,
‘Cause you’re always putting me down.
I can’t take this anymore,
I decided to leave,
Walked out through the door.
Oh, and why do you think I go?
Because you know it can never be so.
And you always put me wrong,
‘Cause you’re always putting me down.
So let me take you by the hand
Away from here,
To another land.
Oh, this land in which we live
Where people love and are meant to forgive.
And you always put me wrong,
‘Cause you’re always putting me down

In The Ghetto (Letra)

Tupac

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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
it’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

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(words & music by scott davis)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto (Letra)

Download

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Planet earth was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map i hit first
Any a rhyme that i can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets going, the going gets rough
When i start flowing, the mic might bust
The next state, i shake from the power i generate
People in cali used to think it was earthquakes
‘cause times was hard on the boulevard
So i vote god and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like i’m locked in hell
Looking over the edge but the r never fell
A trip to slip ‘cause my nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equip
Any stage i’m seen on, a mic i fiend on
I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
Going for self wit a long way to go
So much to say but i still flow slow
I come correct and i won’t look back
‘cause it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
Even the (ghetto)

I learn to relax in my room and escape from new york
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinking how hard it was to be born
Me being queen wit no physical form
Millions have settled wit one destination
To reach the best part, it’s life creation
9 months later, a job well done
Make way, ‘cause here i come
Since i made it this far, i can’t stop now
There’s a will and a way and i got to know how
To be all i can be and more
And see all there is to see before
Called and go back to the essence
It’s alot to learn so i study my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I’m glad i listen when my father was rapping to me
‘cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exile from the original man, a straight way
Now that’s what i call hard times
I rather be here to exercise the mind
Then i take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that’s how to store a radiant
But they couldn’t cave me in ‘cause i’m the asiant
Reaching for the city, a mecca, visit medina
Visions of neffertiti then i seen a
Mind keeps traveling, i’ll be back after i
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles i thought and i just fought the people
Under the dark skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here’s an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand you’re third eye seen all of that
It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
Even the (ghetto)
Even the (ghetto)

No more props, i want property
In every borough, nobody’s stopping me
Because i’m thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own
Wherever i bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxing
On poignant reacting and ready for action
I’m so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and taking it easy
Quiet, it’s kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, i get loud, there’s a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
‘cause when it’s time to build, i’m a mechanic
I’m bonding and mending, attaching and blending
So many solos, there is no ending
People in my neighborhood, they know i’m good
From london to hollywood, wherever i stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
As i walk the street, i leave fossils and dents
When i had sex, i left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when i played celo
When i rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
So i collect my cash then slide
I got my back, my gun’s on my side
It shouldn’t have to be like that
I guess it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at
Even the (ghetto)
I’m from the (ghetto)
Word up, peace

In The Ghetto (Letra)

Apache Indian

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(m. davies)

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries
Cause there’s one thing that she don’t need
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

Oh people don’t you understand
This child needs a helping hand
He’s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we that blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

And the world turns
And the hungry little boy with the runny nose
Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and steals a car
He tries to run but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
A crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto

Oh people don’t you understand
This child needs a helping hand
He’s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we that blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey chicago morn
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto