Village Ghetto Land - Najee

Would you like to go with me

Down my dead end street?

Would you like to come with me

To Village Ghetto Land?

See the people lock their doors

While robbers laugh and steal

Beggars watch and eat their meals

From garbage cans

Broken glass is everywhere

It’s a bloody scene

Killing plagues the citizens

Unless they own police

Children play with rusted cars

Sores cover their hands

Politicians laugh and drink

Drunk to all demands

Families buying dog food now

Starvation roams the street

Babies die before they’re born

Infected by the grief

Now some folks say that we should be

Glad for what we have

Tell me would you be happy

In Village Ghetto Land?

Village Ghetto Land