| Here’s the story 'bout a ghetto girl
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| Livin' in a ghetto world
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| Against the world alone
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| Problems in her ordinary life
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| Make you wanna run and hide
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| She can never get it right
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| Like the seasons when they change
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| Nothing ever stays the same
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| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams
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| So I pray
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| There’s gotta be a better day
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| (I'm praying for a better day)
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| New day
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| Gotta be a better way
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| (I'm tryna find a better way)
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| See, many times she didn’t have a dime
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| When the bills would multiply
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| Contemplated suicide
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| And mama never had that special touch
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| Her daddy touched her way too much
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| Finally she had enough, oh oh
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| Like the seasons when they change
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| Nothing ever stays the same
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| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams
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| And she’s so alone
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| Living in the ghetto
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| (I'm praying for a better day)
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| Ooh
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| (I'm tryna find a better place)
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| Baby, don’t you cry
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| Hush little baby
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| Please don’t you cry
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| Baby, there’s no need to cry
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| Just reach for the sky
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| Don’t worry, baby
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| (Don't worry, baby)
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| You’ll be alright
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| (You'll be alright)
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| So learn to smile
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| Kiss your tears goodbye
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| (Kiss your tears goodbye)
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| (I'm praying for a better day)
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| She was a little ghetto child
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| And then she turned her life around, another day
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| (I'm tryna find a better way)
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| And I gotta find another way
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| Baby, don’t you cry
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| Baby, don’t you cry
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| Dry your eyes
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| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, high
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| For a better day
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| Baby, dry your eyes
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| Oh, a better day
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| You can spread your wing and learn to fly high, so high
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| Baby, don’t you cry
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| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, high
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| Her mother didn’t have that touch, no
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| And daddy touched her way too much
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| Baby, dry your eyes
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| Yes he did, y’all
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| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, so high
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| She’s gotta get out somehow
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| Said she gotta get outta the ghetto, oh yeah |