| Where I was born ev`rything was dull and dingy |
| I lived in a place they called «The Inner City» |
| Getting ahead was strictly a no no |
| 'Cause nobody cares what happens to the folks |
| That live in the ghetto |
| Thousands of lives wasting away |
| People living from day to day |
| It`s a challenge just staying alive |
| `Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive |
| Money I ain`t got none, job can`t find one |
| The streets raised me from a baby, ooh |
| Thousands of lives wasting away |
| People living from day to day |
| It`s a challenge just staying alive |
| `Cause in the ghetto only the strong survive |
| Broken down homes, kids strung out |
| They don`t even know what life`s all about |
| Stealin` cars, robbin` bars |
| Mugging, drugs, rat infested |
| And no one`s interested |
| Kids dodging cars for recreation |
| Only adds to a mother`s frustration |
| Break-ins, folks comin` home |
| And finding all their possessions gone |
| Oh it`s an ev`ry day thing — well well — in the ghetto |
| Oh it`s an ev`ry day thing in the ghetto |