Lyrics Phyllis Dillon - Women Of The Ghetto

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.

(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..)

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 we get rid of rats in the ghetto?
Eat one black and one white.
Tell me, tell me, legislator?

(ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging..)
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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 close their eyes when they 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!