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Woman of the ghetto
de Marlena Shaw, Bobby Miller
Cadet, 1969, 8.24 min
En ligne : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_BeN75XgfQ
I was born, raised in a ghetto/I was born and raised in a ghetto/I’m a woman, of the ghetto/Won’t you listen, won’t you listen to me, legislator?/How do you raise your kids in a ghetto?/How do you raise your kids in a ghetto?/Do you feed one child and starve another?/Won’t you tell me, legislator?/How do make your bread in the ghetto?/How do make your bread in the ghetto?/Baked from the souls in the ghetto/Tell me, tell me, Legislator?/Strong true,/my eyes ain’t blue/I am a woman/Of the ghetto/I’m proud, free,/Black, that is me/But I’m a woman of the ghetto/How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto?/How do we get rid of rats in the ghetto?/Do we make one black and one white in the ghetto?/Is that your answer, legislator?/How do you legislate, brother?/How do you legislate, brother?/When you free one man and try to chain up another,/Tell me, Tell me legislator?/How does your heart feel late at night?/How does your heart feel late at night?/Does it beat with shame, or does it beat with pride?/Won’t you tell me, legislator?/My children learned just the same as yours/As long as nobody tries to close the door/They cry with pain when the knife cuts deep/They even close their eyes when they wanna sleep/We must all have identity/That’s the only way that we can be free/Now peace, you say/is all that you ask/But self-respect is a separate task/You may be sitting up there/in your ivory tower/60 stories tall/Now you may have seen at least one ghetto/But I wonder have you lived there at all?/Places like Watts,/ah, Detroit, tell me/Chicago, ah tell me,/Harlem, tell me,/Washington, tell me/See the women cry/See the children die….
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