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 Its 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 streets Babies die before theyre born Infected by the grief Now some folks say that we should be Glad for what we have Tell me would you be happy Still in 1995 livin in village ghetto land Village ghetto land
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