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If you ever lived in a ghetto
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And maybe 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 the neighborhood cafe

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Well, in the noon you may hear the neighbors fussing
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When a kid breaks a window-pane
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In the night, in the night you may be wakened
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By the sound of he outbound train


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Well, the rich folks they own the big city
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And they down us who living the way we do
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But when you're born a child of a poor man
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You know the ghetto is the only place for you


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Well, if there's such a thing as revolution
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And there will be if we rise to the call
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When we build, we build, we build, we build the new Jerusalem
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There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all
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No, there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all