The Ghetto

If you ever lived in the ghetto It may be at the close of your day On your front porch You hear the sound of a juke box From a neighborhood café At noon you may hear neighbors fussing When a kid breaks a window pane, oh yeah At night, at night, oh you may be awakened, oh yes By the sound of an outward bound train Outside us they refuse to help us, oh yes they do And they down us for living the way we do But when you're born a child, a child of a poor man, of a poor man They say the ghetto is the only case for you But if there's, if there's such thing as a here after, oh yes And I'm satisfied, satisfied that there will be For when they build, when they build, oh a new Jerusalem There won't be no more ghetto ever for me, no no no There won't be no more ghetto for me, believe I'll say it one more time There won't be no more ghetto for me