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Artist: Lauryn Hill
Song: Every Ghetto, Every City
Album: The Mis-education of Lauryn Hill

I was just a little girl
Skinny legs, a press and curl
My mother always thought I'd be a star
But way before my record deal
The streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill
Made sure that I'd never go too far

*Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem*

Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill
When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun
"Kill the guy" in Carter park
Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark
Watching kids show off the stolen ones

*Bridge*

**You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Looking back, looking back, looking back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back**

A bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel
Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles
Saturday morning cartoons are Kung-Fu
Main streets roots tonic with the dreds
A beef patty and some coco bread
Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my shoe
'Member Frelng-Huysen used to have the bomb leather?
Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick were together
Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever

**Chorus**

Drill teams on Munn street
Remember when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef?
I was there at dancing school
South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool
Unaware of what we didn't have
Writing your friends' names on your jeans with a marker

July 4th races off of Parker
Fireworks at Martin stadium
The Untouchable P.S.P, where all them crazy niggas be
And care thieves got away through Irvington
Hillside brings beef with the cops
Self-destruction record drops
And everybody's name was Muslim
Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state
And everybody used to do the wop
Jack, Jack, Jack ya body
Nah, the Biz Mark used to amp up the party
I wish those days, they didn't stop

*Bridge*

**Chorus**

Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
[To End]