In the Ghetto - Phyllis Dillon

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in th ghetto

I’m a woman, of the ghetto

Listen to me, legislator

How do you raise your kiss in the ghetto?

How do you raise your kiss in the ghetto?

Feed one child and starve another?

Tell me, tell me, legislator

(Ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging.)

How do you make your bread in the ghetto?

How do you make your bread in the ghetto?

Take from the souls of the dead in the ghetto

Tell me, tell me, legislator

(Ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging.)

Now how do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?

How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?

Eat one black and one white

Tell me, tell me, legislator

(Ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging.)

My children learned just the same as yours

As long as nobody tries to close the door

They cry with pain when the knife cuts deep

They’ll close their eyes when they’ll wanna sleep

(Ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging.)

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?

Feed one child and starve another?

Tell me, tell me, legislator

(Ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging.)

Tell me, people!

I wanna know!