I was born, raised in a ghetto
I was born and raised in a ghetto
I'm a woman, of the ghetto
Won't you listen, won't you listen to me, legislator
How do you raise your kids in a ghetto
How do you raise your kids in a ghetto
Do you feed one child and starve another
Won't you tell me, legislator
I know that my eyes ain't blue
But I'm a woman of the ghetto
How does your heart feel late at night
How does your heart feel late at night
Does it beat with shame, or does it beat with pride
Won't you tell me, legislator
Come and cross the water in a boat
They said, no, no, they're really not man, and women
Just chain 'em up, tie 'em up, chain 'em up, tie 'em up
Chain 'em up, tie 'em up, work, work, work
There's where the movement came from
My children learned just the same as yours
As long as nobody tries to close the door
They cry with pain when the knife cuts deep
They even close their eyes when they wanna sleep
But self-respect is a separate task
You may be sitting up there
I know that you may have checked out at least one ghetto
But I wonder have you lived there at all
I have been up on the mountains, I
I've seen the children dying
And I've been one of the mothers who was crying
I'm the woman, I'm the woman
I'm the woman of the ghetto
You can walk through the streets of the ghetto at night
Whole lotta pretty, some ugly sites
Along comes the sleek limousine
So she takes a little dope
What the hell everybody got to go
I got a baby I want to feed
And I'm not really giving it all
Up, just a little ten-cent piece or two
But I ain't gonna raise your babies no more
I'm the one who had your babies, I
I'm a woman, yeah yeah yeah