Lyrics

(One, two, three, four) (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) As the snow flies On cold and grey Chicago mornin' A poor, little baby child is born In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need Is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto (In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) (In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto I'm a product of ghetto (and his mama cries) Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that This ain't shit I could control I'm a product of my habitat Police think that I'm a menace, it's probably 'cause I keep a gat Surprised I never sprung a wrist, late night I'm quite surprised I never got caught, late night, shootin', strapped Surprised I never got caught, no mask, give me that Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto I'm a product of ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal And he learns how to fight In the ghetto (In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) I'm a product of the ghetto Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto Yes, I was born in the ghetto In the ghetto (in the ghetto) Seen my mama cry, I asked the reason Her baby sellin' drugs, she caught me leavin' Said my first ten thousand, thought I was dreamin' Said they was solid, they got hard, they was leavin' You won't believe what I done did You won't believe what I done seen Police get behind, I run They chase me, took one for the team Gat like Bob the Builder, handy-mandy hammer in my jeans I was born and I ain't choose the streets The streets chose me I was born in the ghetto Raised in the ghetto I learned form the ghetto AlI know is the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries (in the ghetto) As the crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Facedown in the street wiht a gun in his hand In the ghetto Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out I tried to go, but I get stuck It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the gheto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto (In the ghetto) I'm a product of the ghetto
Writer(s): Mac Davis, Horace Walls, Scott Davis, Johnathan Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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