| Here the story bout a ghetto girl | |
| Livin?in a ghetto world | |
| Against the world alone | |
| Problems in her ordinary life | |
| Make you wanna run and hide | |
| She can never get it right | |
| Like the seasons when they change | |
| Nothing ever stays the same | |
| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams | |
| So I pray (I praying for a better day) | |
| There gotta be a better day | |
| New day | |
| Gotta be a better way | |
| I tryna find a better way | |
| See many times she didn have a dime | |
| When the bills would multiply | |
| Contemplated suicide | |
| And momma never had that special touch | |
| Her daddy touched her way too much | |
| Finally she had enough | |
| Like the seasons when they change | |
| Nothing ever stays the same | |
| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams | |
| And she so alone | |
| Living in the ghetto | |
| I praying for a better day - oooooohhhhh | |
| I tryna find a better place | |
| Baby don you cry | |
| Hush little baby | |
| Please don you cry | |
| Baby there no need to cry | |
| Just reach for the sky | |
| Don worry baby | |
| Youl be alright | |
| So learn to smile | |
| Kiss your tears goodbye | |
| She was a little ghetto child (I praying for a better day) | |
| And then she turned her life around | |
| Another day (I tryna find a better way) | |
| And I gotta find another way | |
| Baby don you cry | |
| Dry your eyes | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly - high, high?. | |
| (For a better day) | |
| Baby dry your eyes (Oh a better day) | |
| You can spread your wing and learn to fly - high, so high?. | |
| Baby don you cry (I praying for a better day) | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly - high, high?. | |
| (Her mother didn have that touch, no, and daddy touch her way too much) | |
| Baby dry your eyes | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly - high, so high? | |
| Said she gotta get outta the ghetto, oh yes? |
| Here the story bout a ghetto girl | |
| Livin? in a ghetto world | |
| Against the world alone | |
| Problems in her ordinary life | |
| Make you wanna run and hide | |
| She can never get it right | |
| Like the seasons when they change | |
| Nothing ever stays the same | |
| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams | |
| So I pray I praying for a better day | |
| There gotta be a better day | |
| New day | |
| Gotta be a better way | |
| I tryna find a better way | |
| See many times she didn have a dime | |
| When the bills would multiply | |
| Contemplated suicide | |
| And momma never had that special touch | |
| Her daddy touched her way too much | |
| Finally she had enough | |
| Like the seasons when they change | |
| Nothing ever stays the same | |
| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams | |
| And she so alone | |
| Living in the ghetto | |
| I praying for a better day oooooohhhhh | |
| I tryna find a better place | |
| Baby don you cry | |
| Hush little baby | |
| Please don you cry | |
| Baby there no need to cry | |
| Just reach for the sky | |
| Don worry baby | |
| You l be alright | |
| So learn to smile | |
| Kiss your tears goodbye | |
| She was a little ghetto child I praying for a better day | |
| And then she turned her life around | |
| Another day I tryna find a better way | |
| And I gotta find another way | |
| Baby don you cry | |
| Dry your eyes | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, high?. | |
| For a better day | |
| Baby dry your eyes Oh a better day | |
| You can spread your wing and learn to fly high, so high?. | |
| Baby don you cry I praying for a better day | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, high?. | |
| Her mother didn have that touch, no, and daddy touch her way too much | |
| Baby dry your eyes | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, so high? | |
| Said she gotta get outta the ghetto, oh yes? |
| Here the story bout a ghetto girl | |
| Livin? in a ghetto world | |
| Against the world alone | |
| Problems in her ordinary life | |
| Make you wanna run and hide | |
| She can never get it right | |
| Like the seasons when they change | |
| Nothing ever stays the same | |
| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams | |
| So I pray I praying for a better day | |
| There gotta be a better day | |
| New day | |
| Gotta be a better way | |
| I tryna find a better way | |
| See many times she didn have a dime | |
| When the bills would multiply | |
| Contemplated suicide | |
| And momma never had that special touch | |
| Her daddy touched her way too much | |
| Finally she had enough | |
| Like the seasons when they change | |
| Nothing ever stays the same | |
| Surrounded by pain and empty dreams | |
| And she so alone | |
| Living in the ghetto | |
| I praying for a better day oooooohhhhh | |
| I tryna find a better place | |
| Baby don you cry | |
| Hush little baby | |
| Please don you cry | |
| Baby there no need to cry | |
| Just reach for the sky | |
| Don worry baby | |
| You l be alright | |
| So learn to smile | |
| Kiss your tears goodbye | |
| She was a little ghetto child I praying for a better day | |
| And then she turned her life around | |
| Another day I tryna find a better way | |
| And I gotta find another way | |
| Baby don you cry | |
| Dry your eyes | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, high?. | |
| For a better day | |
| Baby dry your eyes Oh a better day | |
| You can spread your wing and learn to fly high, so high?. | |
| Baby don you cry I praying for a better day | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, high?. | |
| Her mother didn have that touch, no, and daddy touch her way too much | |
| Baby dry your eyes | |
| You can spread your wings and learn to fly high, so high? | |
| Said she gotta get outta the ghetto, oh yes? |
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