The Ghetto - The Staple Singers

If you’ve ever lived in a ghetto

It may be at the close of your day

On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox

From a neighborhood café

At noon you may hear neighbors cussing

When a kid breaks a window pane, yeah

At night, at night, at night, ooh, you may be wakened

By the sound of an outbound train

Outsiders they refuse to help us, yes they do

And they down us for living the way we do, mmh

But when you’re born the child, the child of a poor man, ooh

They say the ghetto is the only place for you

But if there’s such thing as hereafter

And I’m satisfied, satisfied oh, that there will be, ooh

When they build, when they build, when they build New Jerusalem

There won’t be no more ghetto, ghetto for me, no there won’t

There won’t be no more ghetto, ghetto for me, believe what I said one more time,

listen

There won’t be (never, never, never) no more ghetto, ghetto for me, mmm hmm