Chorus
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
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A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
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A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto
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Verse
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This a ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
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Down in a the ghetto where the youth suffering
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Ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
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Down in a the ghetto them no win
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The youth them down a ghetto a suffer
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Every morning have fe get up and raise a dollar
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Have fe fight fe survive them wan fe prosper
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Me want the ghetto youth them a mon fe stand up higher
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Tell me what you really never know
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The youth them just a cry down in a the ghetto
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With no place to live and with no place to go
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You no see how them suffer down in a Kosovo
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Chorus
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Verse
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This a ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
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Give all the ghetto youth them the blessing
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Ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
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Bring all the youth out a sin
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Living ina the ghetto it no fun
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The youth wan fe carry fe them knife and gun
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The drugs them a push but we no wan none
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Have fe clean up the ghetto fe we daughter and son
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Me no wan see the youth cry
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Like ina Calcutta and down a Mumbai
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Ca all them a struggle and a try them a try
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But what them a go do a when the well run dry
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Chorus
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
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A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto
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And his mama cries - if there's one thing that she don't need
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¡Šits another little hungry mouth to feed - In the ghetto
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn' another little baby child is born - In the ghetto
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And his mama cries - In the ghetto - And his mama cries - In the ghetto
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In the Ghetto
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| Apache Indian |
