Ghetto

If you ever lived in a ghetto And maybe at the close of your day On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox From the neighborhood cafe Well, in the noon you may hear the neighbors fussing When a kid breaks a window-pane In the night, in the night you may be wakened By the outbound train Well, the rich folks they own the big city And they down us who living the way we do But when you're born a child of a poor man You know the ghetto is the only place for you Well, if there's such a thing as revolution And there will be if we rise to the call When we build, we build, we build, we build the new Jerusalem There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all No, there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all