Concrete Reservation - Syl Johnson

Funky smell in the midnight air

Woman crying 'cause her child got lost somewhere

Neighbors upstairs had a fight

They had a fight

'Cause someone’s old lady stayed out too late last night

Hey!

Here (in the ghetto) it’s just a bad situation

Call it what you wanna, it’s just a concrete reservation

Here (in the ghetto) it’s just a bad situation

Call it what you wanna, it’s just a concrete reservation

At night I can’t hardly sleep, y’all

There’s always a baby crying that lives across the hall

Last night they had a fire on the fifteenth floor

On the fifteenth floor

The whole family died, 'cause they didn’t have no back door

Here (in the ghetto) it’s just a bad situation

Call it what you wanna, it’s just a concrete reservation

Here (in the ghetto) it’s just a bad situation

Call it what you wanna, it’s just a concrete reservation

Here (in the ghetto) it’s just a bad situation

Call it what you wanna, it’s just a concrete reservation