Текст песни Woman of the Ghetto - Phyllis Dillon

I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I'm a woman of the ghetto
Listen to me, legislator

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

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

Now how do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?
How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto?
Eat one black and one white
Tell me, tell me, legislator

My children learned just the same as yours
Long as nobody tries to close the door
They cry with pain when the knife cuts deep
They close their eyes when they wanna sleep

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

Tell my people I wanna know
Life can not be free, oh
I hope one day I get out of the ghetto
Tell me, tell me, legislator