The Art of Agony
Vicious Circle lyrics
Vicious Circle lyrics
"In The Ghetto Lyrics"
In The Store Lyrics
(feat. Cedric the Entertainer and La La) [Cedric:] yo yo yo yo, my man, yo [Clerk:] Yea, what can I help you with? [Cedric:] Hey c'mon man you gotta say you g
(feat. Cedric the Entertainer and La La) [Cedric:] yo yo yo yo, my man, yo [Clerk:] Yea, what can I help you with? [Cedric:] Hey c'mon man you gotta say you g
IN THE GHETTO (THE VICIOUS CIRCLE)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
People,don't you understand
Well I think I'm going out of my head Yes I think I'm going out of my head over you, over you I want you to want me I need you so badly I can't think of anything but y
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
(This is rock baby, return to the heaviest of heavy) Well my mind is free again And my soul is on the mend Won't somebody hear my plea? There is a storm inside of me<
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
Then one might in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an
Rise Lyrics
Yeah sometimes they come back High pitched shrieks my body lie dead in the streets Yeahhh my body lie dead in the streets (repeat 4X) The darkened clouds
angry young manYeah sometimes they come back High pitched shrieks my body lie dead in the streets Yeahhh my body lie dead in the streets (repeat 4X) The darkened clouds
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
As her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
-- Elvis Presley