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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 sound of a jukebox |
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From the neighbourhood cafe |
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Well in the noon you may hear the neighbours fussing |
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When a kid breaks a window pane |
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In the night, in the night you may be wakened |
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By the 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 way we do |
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But when you're born a child of a poor man |
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You know the ghetto is the only 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 the call |
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When we build we build we build we build the new Jerusalem |
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There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all |
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No there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all |
