Village Ghetto Land - Byrd, Stevie Wonder

    Would you like to go with me
    Down my dead end street
    Would you like to come with me
    To Village Ghetto Land

    See the people lock their doors
    While robbers laugh and steal
    Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans

    Broken glass is everywhere
    It's a bloody scene
    Killing plagues the citizens
    Unless they own police

    Children play with rusted cars
    Sores cover their hands
    Politicians laugh and drink-drunk to all demands

    Families buying dog food now
    Starvation roams the streets
    Babies die before they're born
    Infected by the grief

    Now some folks say that we should be
    Glad for what we have
    Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land
    Village Ghetto Land

    Marco Giunco
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