Ghetto Cry from Africa Calling by I-Kong & Jamaica

I need the voice of my peace of pride
The things getting worse for everyday
I already got to be no matter what day
The rich are getting richer every day

Up before the riders get stung
Catch up or store your hands in the run
Pause the delete to know you're free
No way to do that to me
But if I define your return and to be
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry

The kids got to go to school
But you don't want them to be no boots
Your mind's a tonter on the side
Pause the delete to know you're free
It's time to find a way to survive
You need a brand new pair of boots
Got no money so you get through
And I've got you locked in jail

There'll be no boot
There'll be no bushy leaves and she wails
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Up before the rising sun
The future was so your land to run
Pause the delete to know you're free
No way to do that to me
It's time to find your return and to be
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry

Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
Ghetto cry
It's all right

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