Ghetto of My Mind

Rickie Lee Jones / Pascal Naber-Meyer

Saving all my money all week long
So I can go out driving with you
Down on Hollywood Boulevard
(On Friday night, dressed right)
I don't take no trouble smoke at the wall
('cause that's passe, that's what I say)
But I still have that leopard-skin hat
That you gave me way back
Before it was cool
And they took it to school
Here in the ghetto
The ghetto of my mind
Y aqui, the ghetto
The ghetto of my mind

Hey we wild it up, wild it up

I like to dance with my rooner
'Cuz when we dance I feel like
We are who we're meant to be
He puts his arms around me
I put my arms around him
And I feel satisfied and free
One night I tried my bandanna around his wrists
And we started to sway and it felt so good
And he said "Look' here, mamma, look' here,
I think I better just see you
Safely out of the neighborhood"
That is to say,

The ghetto, the ghetto of my mind
Y aqui, the ghetto, the ghetto of my mind

Hey we wild it up, wild it up

Outside my window the noise is all I've got
(There are no stars in the sky)
Just the sirens and queens breaking glass
down in the parking lot
(That's the world where I live!)
Sometimes I wonder, "Oh how can I go on?"
But I know the world you make inside your head. that's the one you see around you,
that's what I said
And the one you see is the one you make

Here in the ghetto, the ghetto of your mind
Y aquí, the ghetto, the ghetto of my mind

Hey we wild it up, wild it up

(Hey mister! Can we have our ball back?)