Letras
I was raised in downtown Detroit city
The second youngest one of fourteen kids
So poor but we'd, they'd cut holes in our pockets
So we'd all have something to play with
At Christmas we were told to share our presents
That was sure a lesson I learned fast
The time my sister got a box of Band-Aids
And me, I got a bag of broken glass
Christmas in the ghetto
At school we'd always get detention
Christmas in the ghetto
So poor we couldn't pay attention
The only place I ever knew
Santa'd leave a nine-oh-two
Christmas in the ghetto
My granddaddy Joe was in the KKK
He'd talk a lot about the Third Reich
On Christmas day he'd sit out on the front porch
And sing me "All Your Christmases Be White"
Christmas in the ghetto
Was joy among the ill and pure
Christmas in the ghetto
We'd get batteries with no toys included
Every year there was no turkey
The dog would get a little nervy
Christmas in the ghetto
One year we tried Kris Kringle and without a doubt
The only people who got presents drew their own names out
Christmas in the ghetto
We cut a big hole in the wall so maybe
Christmas in the ghetto
We could dip our bread in next door's gravy
There was never anything to eat
So we'd read each other recipes
Christmas in the ghetto
Christmas in the ghetto
We were poor from the get-go
Mmm, in the get, the get, the ghetto