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I was born and raised in the Ghetto
Takl with me and you know......I wasn't satisfied with living on this side
I started looking around for a possibility - Listen to my story of what became of me. I met a business man who said he'd got some friends back eas So why don't you come along well we can help you at least. So make you into a big star by playing your guitar. But the joke was on me they leff me flat you see. Goin' back West - yes I know I'll make it alright. Goin' back West - where my music's playing aU. night. Goin' back West - I think I do alright. Goin' back West - yes I know I'll make it alright. . . . Strugglin' for recognition identity and respect
I got a lot of promises they told me not to fret. Said we will stand by you if the goin' gets rough
But when I started thinking they didn't even bluff. But a year has come and gone they leff me standing here Thinking how it could have been
'cause still I ain't nowhere. They surely took me for a ride trampled on my pride But I hold my head up high got no more tears to cry. Going back West - yes I know I'll make it alright . . . Going back West - yes I know I'll make it alright.