Walking through the ghetto, of which I'm a part Without a penny in my pocket, even to make a start And it's you, it's you the oppressors you are to blame You don't wanna pay for work you done
And when you help a good man You never help him alone, oh no no-no They are so many, on him they all depend, mmmmmmmm So don't try to keep, keep me down No-no, no-no-no
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Oh-ho-ohhh, the ghetto Life in the ghetto, oh yeah
I love this little ghetto, of which I'm a part, mmmmmmmm And I won't be running away, I gotta see a better day I gotta try and try and try till I succeed
The youth, they can't get their regular shillings, oh no-oh And it's you, it's you - you are to blame, oppressors A ca' you really, really, really, really don't know What love is all about No you don't know, no-no-no you don't know