Life In The Ghetto

I was born in the ghetto
I loved my mom
And I loved my pop
When I reached the age of seven
When I could see and understand
My mom she went away and left my pop

Lady, she went away with the iceman
This I could not understand
So I grew up with my father
Things a bit harder
I've slept in boats and on the beaches
I was burnt
Roasted by the sun