Woman of the Ghetto
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I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I am a woman of the ghetto
Listen to me, legislator
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
Feed one child and starve another?
Tell me, tell me, legislator
How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
Baked from the souls of the dead in the ghetto?
Tell me, tell me, legislator
Brave, free, black me
I am a woman of the ghetto
Strong, true, my eyes ain't blue
I am a woman of the ghetto
My children learn just the same as yours
Long as nobody try to shut the door
They cry with pain when the knife cuts deep
They close their eyes when they wanna sleep
We shouldn't have let 'em up every time
Sixty stories high
Now you may have been in one ghetto
But have you been there at all?
Placed in Iowa, Detroit, Fillmore, Chicago, Harlem, Brooklyn