| If you’ve ever lived in a ghetto
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| It may be at the close of your day
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| On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox
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| From a neighborhood café
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| At noon you may hear neighbors cussing
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| When a kid breaks a window pane, yeah
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| At night, at night, at night, ooh, you may be wakened
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| By the sound of an outbound train
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| Outsiders they refuse to help us, yes they do
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| And they down us for living the way we do, mmh
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| But when you’re born the child, the child of a poor man, ooh
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| They say the ghetto is the only place for you
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| But if there’s such thing as hereafter
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| And I’m satisfied, satisfied oh, that there will be, ooh
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| When they build, when they build, when they build New Jerusalem
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| There won’t be no more ghetto, ghetto for me, no there won’t
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| There won’t be no more ghetto, ghetto for me, believe what I said one more time,
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| listen
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| There won’t be (never, never, never) no more ghetto, ghetto for me, mmm hmm |