REPLICA GHETTO
As I was walking down the avenue today
The eyes of brother,
Took me 12 thousand miles away
And the pink eyes sunk deep inside that black head
And reflected nothing but negative and dead
And it took me to a place over there
Where pot and soul music filled the oriental air
And the place could be called a replica ghetto
Where girls would lay cheap and red rock was peddled
And kids would be screaming and running around
And in the corner of a hut laid a black man uttering no sound
As I was walking down the avenue today
The eyes of a brother,
Took me 12 thousand miles away
And the eyes sunk deeper as he went steeper on his trip
And nothing of him moved except a quivering lip
Was his soul dead, now who's to say
Or was it in heaven, hell, or decay
Or was he just breathing real in this ghetto
This man to whom the red rock was peddled
And was he the only one alive in this town
Sitting in his hut, a black man uttering no sound
As I was walking down the avenue today
The eyes of a brother,
Took me 12 thousand miles away