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W ould you l ike to g o with me
D own m y dead end street
W ould you like to come with me
To vil lage ghetto land
S ee the peopl e lock thei r doors
While robbe rs laugh and steal
B eggars watch and eat their meals
F rom garbage can s
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B roken glass is everywh ere
I t's a b loody scene
K illing plagues the citizens
Unless they own police
C hildren play with rusted ca rs
S ores cover their hands
P oliticians laugh and drink
D runk to all demands
F amilies buyin g dog food now
S tarvation roams the streets
B abies die before they're born
I nfected by the grief
Now some f olks say that we should be
G lad for what we have
T ell me would you be happy
I n village ghetto land
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Village ghetto land