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In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a

The sky is red, I don't understand People are sayin' the woman is damned She makes you burn with a wave of her hand Warning came, no one cared When it came no one was spared Still I hear "Burn!" You know we had no time We could not even try You know we

Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can

Find a thing you understand You could be my kind of man Find a thing that you love You could be my And will you do the best you can Don't walk too proud, don't talk too loud And make it up as you go And take whatever you are given And leave what you

That girl's my best friend You'll never understand And you don't know we've been through She's the only one who can No, you don't know how much I've got to lose You don't know her like I do 'Cause you don't know her like I do And there's no way you're

Never gonna give you up No matter how you treat me So don't you think of leavin' Baby, don't you understand What you're doing to the man? Girl, you treat me bad and I know why I've seen you runnin' around with another guy And you think if you hurt me,

I said now, mmm Don't misunderstand Come on, baby I'm okay how you come and go I don't mind if you ebb and flow River-bound or a river stream I don't question what the future means Who we are is what we got

I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

Makes me feel like I'm a modern man In line for a number but you don't understand Like a modern man And the people behind me, they can't understand In my dream I was almost there But we're wasted And that's why we're still waiting So I wait my turn, I'm