Blues In the Ghetto - Pee Wee Crayton

Some of the rich men get their riches from the ghetto As far as I can see All the poor ones, that live in the ghetto They put all their trust in vanity And that's why, the rich ones shall be richer And the poor ones shall be poorer That's how it goes, that's where it's at You must first see the kingdom of Zion Then all things will be hurried unto you You will never want, hungering or thirsting You will feed off this cup of life And then you will weep no more Know that it's God and God and God alone That set us free from our misery Really set us free You sick with your soul brother You sick with your soul sister I say, you wrong with my God It's not my God, wrong with you You sick with your soul brother You sick with your love sister I say, you wrong with my God It's not my God, wrong with you You must first sit in the kingdom of Zion Then all things, will be hurried unto you You will never want, hungering or thirsting You will feed off this cup of life And then you will know yourself And know that it's love and purity, that set us free That set us free from all this misery Hey! I'm from the ghetto People living in the ghetto Let me sing it to you Can you hear what I say? That's how it goes As far as I can see

As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago morn A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing That she don't need It's another little Hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto (in the ghetto) People, don't you understand The child needs a helping hand Or he'll grow to be an Angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see Or do we simply turn our heads And look the other way Well, the world turns And a hungry little boy With a runny nose Plays in the street As the cold wind blows In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his hunger burns So he starts to Roam the street at night He learns how to steal And he learns how to fight In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And then one night in desperation A young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car Tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries As a crowd gathers round An angry young man Face down in the street With a gun in his hand In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And as her young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morn Another little baby child is born In the ghetto (in the ghetto) And his mama cries (in the ghetto)

Daddy don't go out tonight Just stay home 'til morning light Me and mama don't feel right Please hold us tight Daddy, why did you go to work? When you know just how much we love you so Please come back tomorrow They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free One day I'll have children of my own But I'm afraid they won't have me Mama, is daddy home? Why are you crying all alone? Grandma's tears have turned to stone And I'm all alone Mama, isn't daddy back? I'm getting scared and that's a fact Why are we all dressed like that All in black? They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free One day I'll have children of my own But I'm afraid they won't have me Daddy, don't go out tonight Please stay home 'til morning light Me and mama don't feel right Please hold us tight Daddy, why did you go to work? When you know just how much we love you so Please come back tomorrow They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free One day I'll have children of my own But I'm afraid they won't have me Mama, is daddy home? Why are you crying all alone? Grandma's tears have turned to stone And I'm chilled to the bone Mama, isn't daddy back? I'm getting scared and that's a fact Why are we all dressed like that All, all in black? They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free One day I'll have children of my own But I'm afraid they won't have me They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free One day I'll have children of my own But I'm afraid they won't have me They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free One day I'll have children of my own But I'm afraid they won't have me They're giving out guns in the ghetto They're saying they'll set you free