Ghetto

If you ever lived in a ghetto

And maybe at the close of your day

On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox

From the neighborhood cafeWell, in the noon you may hear the neighbors fussing

When a kid breaks a window-pane

In the night, in the night you may be wakened

By the sound of he outbound trainWell, the rich folks they own the big city

And they down us who living the way we do

But when you're born a child of a poor man

You know the ghetto is the only place for youWell, if there's such a thing as revolution

And there will be if we rise to the call

When we build, we build, we build, we build the new Jerusalem

There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all

No, there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all