Life In The Ghetto

Livin' In The Ghetto


When you're livin' in the ghetto,
Life is cheap,
When you're livin' in the ghetto,
No one hears you weep.

With no money for rent,
And no money for bills,
Only the strong survive,
It's kill or be killed.

Morals are a luxury,
No man can afford,
When he's out on the streets,
Sleepin' on the floor.

It's easy to preach,
What's right and what's wrong,
When you've never seen,
The places I'm from.

Selling drugs to get by,
Is a means to an end,
For twenty bucks,
I'll sell you a friend.

I have the power,
To ease your pain,
Show me your green,
And I'll stop the rain.

I sell my soul to the Devil,
And now I am damned,
But in return give my loved ones,
A life in a better land.

When you're livin' in the ghetto,
Life is cheap,
When you're livin' in the ghetto,
No one hears you weep.

I liked this one, El, and could easily imagine the lyrics set to music.

I don't know how I missed this one. So sad, but I agree Shine, it would be lovely set to music.

I can hear some two tone music complementing El's words.