You know the ghetto is the only place for you
By the outbound train
But when you're born a child of a poor man
And they down us who living the way we do
Well, if there's such a thing as revolution
On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox
Well, the rich folks they own the big city
There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all
When we build, we build, we build, we build the new Jerusalem
And there will be if we rise to the call
Well, in the noon you may hear the neighbors fussing
From the neighborhood cafe
When a kid breaks a window-pane
In the night, in the night you may be wakened