Elvis Presley & Nardo Wick - Product of the Ghetto

(One, two, three, four)
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

As the snow flies
On cold and grey Chicago mornin'
A poor, little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
Is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

(In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out
I tried to go, but I get stuck
It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box
Born in the ghetto
I never asked to be born in the ghetto
I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto
I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto
I'm a product of ghetto (and his mama cries)

Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that
This ain't shit I could control
I'm a product of my habitat
Police think that I'm a menace, it's probably 'cause I keep a gat
Surprised I never sprung a wrist, late night
I'm quite surprised I never got caught, late night, shootin', strapped
Surprised I never got caught, no mask, give me that



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