In the Ghetto

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 People, don't you understand the ch

Planet Earth was my place of birth Born to be the soul controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst The rough gets going, the going gets rough When I start flowing, the mic might b

elvis presley - in the ghetto (words & music by scott davis) 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 theres one thing that she dont need its another hungry mouth t