Texty: Duane Stephenson. From August Town. Ghetto Pain.

From day to day we live
searching for our identity
while the rich man says
we are a menace to society
but they dont know what its like (they dont know)
what its really like
what its really like

Chorus
To face real ghetto pain
to face real ghetto pressure
to face real ghetto pain
to face real ghetto pressure

Verse 2
On and on we go
for it we try to uphold
our brothers turn to crime
killing each other for a dime
while the opressor say
that turnin to qualities
is the only way

Chorus
We face real ghetto pain
we face pain pressure
we face real ghetto pain
we face real pressure

Verse 3
One day one day the table will turn
and to all me out there (to all me out there)
beware for our barriers will burn (burn burn burn)

Verse 3

Chorus

repeats verse 3 and chorus

(Thanks to Marci Smith for these lyrics)