I was born in the ghetto.
The ghetto is where I'm from.
I was born in the ghetto.
The ghetto is where I belong.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
It dread in the ghetto
(it dread).
It dread in the ghetto
(it dread).
It dread in the ghetto
(it dread).
It dread in the ghetto.
Get up in the morning you don't where? come from? is no exception.
Some of the brethen have to live by the gully.
While the big guys having fun.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
It dread in the ghetto
(ooh yeah).
It dread in the ghetto
(oh yeah).
It dread in the ghetto
(oh, oh).
It dread in the ghetto.
Six and seven to one room.
Some can't even buy?
Little children running up and down their head.
Parents can't send to school, no food.
It dread in the ghetto.
It dread, it dread, it dread.
Dread down ya!
I was born in the ghetto.
The ghetto is where I'm from.
I was born in the ghetto.
The ghetto is where I belong.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It dread in the ghetto
(ooh yes).
It dread in the ghetto
(ooh yeah).
It dread in the ghetto
(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa).
It dread in the ghetto.
Get up in the morning you don't where? come from? is no exception.
Some of the brethen have to live by the gully.
While the big guys having fun.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It dread in the ghetto
(it dread).
It dread in the ghetto
(it dread).
It dread in the ghetto
(it dread).
It dread in the ghetto, ooh yes.
Writer(s): Norman Grant
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