Hortense Ellis - Woman of the Ghetto | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Hortense Ellis
• Woman of the Ghetto

I was born, raised in a ghetto
I was born and raised in a 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 a ghetto?
How do you raise your kids in a ghetto?
Feed one child and starve another?
Tell me, tell me, legislator?

How do make your bread in the ghetto?

How do make your bread in the ghetto?

Baked from the souls of the dates in the ghetto

Is that your answers, Legislator?

Break free,

Black me

I’m a woman of the ghetto

Strong true,

my eyes ain’t blue

I am a woman

Of the ghetto
(ging, gi-gi-gi-gi-ging…)

How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto?

How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto?

Do we make one black and one white in the ghetto?

Is that your answer, legislator?

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 even close their eyes when they wanna sleep

(na-na-na-na-na-na-na, …)

Hortense Ellis еще тексты