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 |  bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:22) |
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:23) |
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:23) |
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:23) |
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:24) |
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
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:24) |
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:25) |
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:31) |
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:31) |
Higher, higher, it's burning through to my soul.
Girl girl girl, you've gone and set me on fire.
My brain is flaming. I don't know which way to go.
| | bal_qiz [Off] (28.10.2010 / 23:32) |
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
Ooh ooh ooh, I feel my temperature rising.
Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.
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