Steve Fiction & The Rockin' Rebel Psy-Fi - A Voice In The Ghetto (feat. Steve Counsel)

Sitting around as the city burns down
Smell the smoke hear the sirens sound
People are running but I don't know why
Helicopters fan the flames in the sky
Turn on the TV to see what's true
All I gets another sponsored point of view
A man on the ground but I don't why
A man with a rock
As the tear gas fly
Mamma was a ho
Papa was a don't know
The voice from the ghetto told me
Mamma was a ho
Papa was a don't know
Like ice in the veins please hold me
Back to the beginning in the hold of a ship
Smell the stench of misery
Feel the crack of the whip
Back to tomorrow
Marching feet on the street
Gotta find where freedom and justice meet
Mamma was a ho
Papa was a don't know
The voice from the ghetto told me
Mamma was a ho
Papa was a don't know
Like ice in the veins please hold me
Mamma was a ho
Papa was a don't know
The voice from the ghetto told me
Mamma was a ho
Papa was a don't know
Like ice in the veins please hold me
Mamma don't you know
Pappa don't go
Like ice in my soul
Pappa no don't go
Mamma don't know
Pappa don't go
Mamma ice in my soul
Pappa no don't go
Hold me
Sitting around as the city burns down
Smell the smoke hear the sirens sound
Turn the radio I don’t know why
A voice had the answer with tear in his eye

Written by:
Stephen Counsel

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