I was born and raised in the ghetto I was born and raised in the ghetto I’m the woman, of the ghetto Listen to me, legislator!
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How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? How do you raise your kids in a ghetto?! Feed one child and starve another? Tell me, tell me, legislator.
Now 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 the woman of the ghetto
Strong true, my eyes ain’t blue I am the woman Of the ghetto
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How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto? How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto?! Do we make one black and one white in the ghetto? Is that your answer, legislator?!
How do you legislate, brother, listen to me! How do you legislate, brother?! When you free one man and try to chain up the other, Tell me, tell me legislator.
How does your heart feel late at night? How does your heart feel late at night?! Does it beat with shame, does it beat with pride? Won’t you tell me, tell me legislator?
Brave, free Black me I am the woman of the ghetto
Strong true, my eyes ain’t blue I am the woman Of the ghetto
My children learned just the same as yours As long as nobody tries to close the door They cry with pain when the knife cuts deep They close their eyes when they wanna sleep
We must all have identity That’s the only way that we can be free
Now peace, you say Is all that you ask? But self-respect is a separate task
You sitting up there in your ivory tower 60 stories tall
Now you may have seen one ghetto But have you lived there at all?
Places like Watts, Detroit, Fillmore Chicago, Harlem, Washington, Sing our voices, sing our voices Sing our voices of the ghetto Sing our voices of the ghetto Sing our voices Sing our voices ‘coz I am the woman of the ghetto
See the women cry See the children die….
(ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging…)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
