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In The Ghetto

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Elvis Presley In The Ghetto (The Vicious Circle) ================================== As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed 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, 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 And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto 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 As her young man dies, on a cold and grey Chicago mornin', another little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries In the ghetto In the ghetto

Angel Of Death

Count Raven
The story I tell you is old, in fact the oldest in the world I feel that it must be told, 'til now no one's ever heard Somewere in time there's a school, a boy went there to read and write You were nobody's fool, you quickly learned the game and how to fight Then when he was ten years old his parents got divorced Father was so cold and mother was so forced It hurts so bad inside, he thought it was all his fault He discovered it was a lie, all the things he once was taught Tomorrow's child he cries But only in his mind He gets so cold inside He leaves his ones behind Today he's a full grown man Wife children and a piece of land He's got a steady job, no trouble in the way Suddenly there she stands, again in love he takes her by the hand He tries to tell his wife, he wants this woman to stay in his life Tomorrow's child he cries But only in his mind He gets so cold inside He leaves his ones behind This is not the curse of God, nor of the accuser It's the curse of mankind that makes him an ordinary loser The older says: you can go to hell The younger says: she's crazy He loves them both, they know this well Pride hold them back, they lose him Women of this world today Don't wow this world away A man is fertile all his life, this need is not right to deny I know it is not fair, but it's a fact, it's not that we don't care Only one thing to do Put in the law a man can marry two

You Know You Ghetto

PETEY PABLO
verse 1 when ur head is as big as ur pillow when ur cash is a check card in place when u put on panty hose instead of shaving ur legs when u use grease that uve used over and over again when u only go to church on easter and holidays then u ghetto belive that course can u b rich and be ghetto(yes) just cuz ur poor does that mean that u ghetto(no) some people just dont understand what it means to b ghetto and if u gotta ask then y u never no verse 2 being ghetto is just a thing u do sometimes like hanging ur clothes over the oven to dry and ur late u gotta go and u aint ready yet put em on anyway and rock em half way wet u wear and return everything u buy always lookin for a discount till the day u die got three kids by three different guys put salt on ur food before u even taste it get a doggy bag ghetto nig*** aint wasting s*i* course no toilet paper somebody used that last u had no problem just get a daily user or paper bag crumple it up and make it soft for ur @$$ and when u flush the toilet always gets clogged up u no u ghetto ur soap is the size of a chicklet runnin to the kitchen wet for dishwasher liquid u waters cold cold cuz they shut off ur power u no u ghetto if u pee in the shower course

Wake For Young Souls

THIRD EYE BLIND
Today I found my soul I felt it die inside me yeah I told you life is like dyno I have your face in a photo in high school And you were alive And that's all I had And I can't remember who I was myself then And doesn't help Still I look to you as a friend To tell me Who we are now, who we are It's who we are now, who we are Where does time go now on the wake for young souls Another lullaby go sing oh...... Well the wind that blows It's blowing colder And the child that grows She's growing older And the friends we know They are behind us But the friends we know They're growing colder so It's who we are now, who we are It's who we are now ,who we are Where does time go now on the wake for young souls You tell me, who we are now, who we are It's who we are now, who we are Oh no now on the wake for young souls Cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman And blood of the woman brings birth of a child The child grew up He forgetting something Birth of a child comes someplace while Living great days with the shade of the wind Unbodied, unsouled, unhurt, unseen On the day of the dead like a song in my head He speak to me in the shape of a dream Treating natural bowl like the wind that blows Follow the direction no matter where it goes So it shall be the earth and the sea Let the truth blow like a hurricane through me I've been cold, if I've spoken in anger Two have been born Forgive me No I don't see your Mother Not like before Though she hasn't forgotten She doesn't like to be reminded anymore Annie got married It didn't come without tears But the day you died I had laughter for these years So it's who we are now, who we are It's who we are now, who we are Where does time go now on the wake for young souls now It's who we are now, who we are it's who we are now, who we are Oh no now on the wake for young souls All the things we know They're gonna fall away from me yeah Like a grain of sand Slips through a good friend's hand

Daddy's Girl

SCORPIONS "Live Bites"
Sweet little child You know nothing But a cold world outside You're too young to realize What he wants from you tonight Poor little girl There is no one You can trust in the world In the darkness of the night What he's doing is a crime Your mother denies There's a problem She's looking away She don't wanna hear you cry She will pray Then it's over for a while Sweet little child You know nothing But a cold world outside You're too young to realize What he wants from you tonight Your mother denies There's a problem She's looking away She don't wanna hear you cry She will pray Then it's over for a while An ocean of silence Is drowning your heart What never should be Will remain in the dark Poor little girl There is no one You can trust in the world In the darkness of the night What he's doing is a crime Sweet little child You know nothing But a cold world outside You're too young to realize What he wants from you tonight Your mother denies There's a problem She's looking away She don't wanna hear you cry She will pray Then it's over for a while An ocean of silence Is drowning your heart What never should be Will remain in the dark Sweet little child You know nothing But a cold world outside You're too young too realize What he wants from you tonight She is daddy's girl Daddy's girl Daddy's girl

What's Become Of The Baby

GRATEFUL DEAD "Aoxomoxoa"
Waves of violet go crashing and laughing The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Songbirds frozen in their flight Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming Dawning answer comes there none. Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn, But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? What's become of the baby this cold December morning? Racing in rhythm of the sun All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman Allah, where are you now? All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters Scheherazade gathering stories to tell But where is the child who played with the sunshines? And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind? Standing stream cries the south wind Lost in the regions of Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.

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